No, it's--
It's beautiful.
It's just...
I just need time to think about this.
Take all the time you need.
I'm not going anywhere.
Pancakes are burning.
Quinn just fucking proposed to me over fucking pancakes.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
He's Quinn?
I never said
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
I take it this means it's a "no"?
I can only hope.
Quinn as Deb's boyfriend is one thing.
Uncle to my son, over his dead body.
Maybe.
I don't know.
I mean, I guess Quinn makes me happy.
Really?
'Cause there's a vein in your forehead.
Quinn and I, we get along great, and there's no drama.
And after the last couple years, that's kind of nice.
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