I was just asking about your uncle because...
I've been there.
You crash into somebody's life like a cannonball,
and there might be an explosion.
I've got an uncle, too,
who turned out to be my father.
Are you living with him now? - No.
You know, and if that is what you're expecting, don't.
Okay, get the picket fence and the bedroom
with your own door out of your head.
I'd settle for someone
who wouldn't toss my laptop into a steaming bathtub.
Were you in it?
No. Not that she would've noticed.
She's the kind who
opens a bottle of vodka and throws away the cap.
Well, then this was a good call.
Maybe things'll work out.
At least you know where you're going.
Yeah. Back to Scranton.
Rather deal with the devil I know.