I guess I'll be seeing you in church, then.

You haven't mentioned how pretty I look.

You look very pretty.

Well, you look like shit.

That's ok. I have a good imagination.

You always look pretty.

I'm sorry. I was... just thinking about Josh living with his mum.

Do you think it'll make her happy? It should make her happy, right?

Now I'm using my imagination

to pretend that you can't stop thinking about how pretty I look.

- Ok. - Instead of your depressing ex-wife.

- I'm sorry, I'll change the subject. - Yes, and...

And not to your car.

Something that... that isn't your car or your ex-wife.

- I just want to make it better, that's all. - Yes! Yes, I know.

Right for drinks?

Jeez, mate, I thought I was gonna have to send out a carrier pigeon.

No, no, no, no, she's, uh... she's driving. I'll have the same again, thanks.

I'll have a lemonade, please.

We were married 20 years, Mae.