Well, then I guess that's it. We might as well just give up because everything sucks and everything is terrible and we can't win. So what's the point, right? We'll just lay here and get really drunk until they science us to death or dinosaurs eat our faces or a bologna sandwich comes to life and smacks us in the face. We're throwing in the towel. Okay. Awesome. That settles it. I'm gonna go find some peanuts to snack on, do you want to drink bleach or set yourself on fire?

[Not trying to be mean. Just trying to make a point. She gives his hand a squeeze.] We have to deal with this eventually, you know. You've seen what happens when you don't talk about shit. You go all crazy like me and totally shut down anytime someone mentions you-know-who.