I gotta say, Mrs. Burnham, when you first came here, I thought you would be hopeless,
but you're a natural.
Well, all I know is I love shooting this gun.
-What? -Uh, whose car is that out front?
Mine. 1970 Pontiac Firebird,
the car I've always wanted, and now I have it. I rule!
-Uh-huh. Where's the Camry? -I traded it in.
-Shouldn't you have consulted me first? -Hm, let me think.
No. You never drove it.
Have you done something different? You look great.
-Where's Jane? -Jane not home.
We have... the whole house... to ourselves.
Christ, Carolyn. When did you become so... joyless?
Joyless?
I am not joyless.
There happens to be a lot about me... that you don't know, Mr. Smarty Man.
There's plenty of joy in my life.
Whatever happened to that girl...
who used to fake seizures at frat parties when she got bored?
Who used to run up to the roof of our first apartment building...
to flash the traffic helicopters?
Have you totally forgotten about her?
Because I haven't.
Lester, you're going to spill beer on the couch.
So what? It's just a couch.
This is a $4,000 sofa,
upholstered in Italian silk. This is not just a couch.
It's just... a... couch!
This isn't life! This is just stuff,
and it's become more important to you than living.
Well, honey, that's just nuts.
I'm only trying to help you!