In the future, we carry tiny TVs with us. Welcome to the digital age. More like the distracted age. What's this all about, Dad? Your mom bet me you could whip my ass. This is why I'm in therapy. I promise he gets better with age. Oh, he is cheap beer. Not fine wine. Hey, that cheap beer's my dad. What's it gonna take for you to respect me? Partial, maybe full of ass-sector me. Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty. What's cooking good looking? Ugh, no, seriously? Wait, what? Not what I meant. So how are things with you and Bob? For the last time, his name is Dylan. Why learn his name if he's not sticking around? Marry me and be Hollywood royalty. And get hounded 24-7 by paparazzi? Like they'd mess with you? Your age and thinks I should be a big star. Stay away from those Hollywood sleaze bags. Present company included? Cut the romantic crap cage. You've lost that loving feeling? Lost it. Never had it. I'm definitely not your Sally. I'm your Harry and you know it. I haven't even seen the movie. In your heart, you're glad to see me. Ugh, then why is my stomach ready to puke? It's nerve-racking dating in Adonis. We're not a thing, Cage. Someday, you'll be my favorite ex-wife. Can you hear yourself, talk?