Apple Tech support.
Baby penis.
Bastard.
Be right with you.
Because you forgot how to get a boner.
Bradford Doran, the third.
Carver.
Chicken pot pie.
Chicken pot pie.
Come on.
Do you have any idea what a nightmare you put me through?
Do you know how much you'll screw him my life?
Don't know.
Egypt.
Francine Smith.
Francine.
George Washington Carver.
Get rocked on goldschlager like grown-ups.
Give me a chance.
Go sleep with another woman.
Helio.
Hello.
Hey, excuse me.
Hey.
Hmm.
How am I going to explain that to Jesus?
How can you be so cruel?
Huh.
I am cheating on my husband.
I didn't know that.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't know.
I don't understand.
I don't want an Indian baby. I don't even like Indian food.
I drove my husband into the well toned arms of a more compatible woman.
I figured out how you can sleep with another woman without breaking your vows.
I guess I should wait another day before going to the police.
I love you and that's all that matters.
I love you.
I made a terrible mistake.
I pray to a freaking elephant. How am I going to explain that to Jesus?
I see your point. That sounds perfectly reasonable.
I told you so.
I'm actually kind of hungry.
I'm Amanda lane.
I'm divorcing you.
I'm having a baby.
I'm not gonna end up a worn out hoe having breakfast for dinner with an abusive Persian.
I'm sorry for pushing you into this situation.
I'm sorry, what?
I'm your wife.
Isn't it terrible?
It meant nothing.
It was sex. Mechanical, degrading, pulling gravel for my knees, sex. It meant nothing.
It wasn't making love, it was sex. Mechanical, degrading, pulling gravel from my knees. Sex. It meant nothing.
June.
Magic land.
Mechanical degrading, pulling gravel for my knees, sex.
Meditation. Cialis ginkgo biloba.
Melinda.
No way.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
Oh my God.
Oh, really?
Oh.
Ohh my goodness.
Ohh no not this again.
Ohh no.
Ohh, thank God.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ohh.
OK.
Ooh La La.
Pay attention.
Repeat after me.
Santa.
Sex without love is meaningless.
Somebody got a little nasty. No, no.
Sorry, my allergies have been acting up.
Stan Smith.
Stan.
Stan.
Steve.
Stop it.
Thank God.
Thank you for calling Apple Tech support.
Thank you.
Thank you.
That was nice of you.
That's impossible.
That's right.
Then go do it.
Then you'll see that sex with somebody you don't love is no big deal.
There are ways to treat it.
There's no one there. Who are you talking to?
This is awful.
This whole divorce thing was a bad idea.
Turkey pot pie or chicken pot pie?
Uh, OK.
Um.
We're married. I'm your wife.
Well, you know, for your memory.
What an awful thing to say.
What are you doing here?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you gonna do to fix this?
What are you gonna do to me?
What are you selling?
What are you talking about?
What the fuck is going on?
What the fuck is going on?
What?
What?
What?
What?
What's going on?
What's wrong?
Where have you been?
Who's there?
Wow.
Yeah.
Yep.
Yes.
You and I could go to a bar.
You are not playing fair.
You are sorry.
You bastard.
You can't do this.
You want me to make you happy with my mouth?
You've been avoiding me for a week.
ああ。
