And I don't want you to ever resent me, ever.

I just don't want you to ever resent me for this.

George. George. You sure you don't want a glass of wine?

Don't ''George'' me, you two-timing Mata Hari.

Honey, are you sure you don't want me to take your picture by your favorite part of the fence?

Do me a favor. Don't follow me, Banks! No!

- Don't tell me you are pregnant? - No? - Yeah. I am.

But since you obviously don't want the house, I have the perfect solution.

her husband could call me anything he wanted.

Honey, you got me worried. I don't know. You dyed your hair. You sold our house.

- Oh, don't you love 'em? They're all I wear. - Yeah, me too.

The doctor didn't give you any indication of why he wanted me to come with you?

But don't get me wrong. I'm into it.

So, you know, don't hesitate.

- I don't know. She wouldn't tell me. - Matty, phone!

- Oh, you know? - No. I don't-- I don't really know.

Dad, tell me. Am I being unreasonable to want to go?

And, you know, I don't think that qualifies me for the Guinness Book Of Records, George.

Anything I wanted.

I mean, you know what's gonna happen, don't you?