I talk about your ass all the time. Don't act so surprised to hear me talk about it to total strangers. I would write a poem about it if I was any good at poetry.

[ Annie, did you expect anything better? This is FDR we're talking about? If he had a chance he would have filmed you exercising for the network or you bending over to just grab something. That's how much of an idiot you married. ]

When what? [ Such a little shit. He can't help it. Though he does look surprised when she tells him he missed a lot. The boys are big now. No more kangaroo carrier. He'll miss that thing. It went great with his suits. ] Shit. I guess I did. They're good though right?