– Got you, you lying little
slut-bastard! I am so sorry, sir. – What the bloody hell, Joe,
what are you? – I am so sorry. I’m–I’m–I’m sorry. That–that blonde walked off
and you followed her. What was I supposed to think? – Well, not that I’m screwing
her in the men’s restroom. Is that really what
you think of me? – It’s not what I think,
it’s what I know. And I watched you in action
before, remember? – Oh, will you please stop
with this paranoia? I love you.
I want you. But if–
if you don’t want this, if you can’t handle it, then…
– I can’t. I can’t handle it.
– What? – We need to kill it.
Us. I can’t stop waiting
for the other shoe to drop. – No, no, no, look, Jo,
you don’t mean that. – I’m not sleeping,
I worry you’re not satisfied. I keep dreaming up ways
to keep you going. And ever since I Googled
“Kama Sutra,” these links keep popping up
on my Facebook page. It is so humiliating. – Now stop, this isn’t fair.
I haven’t done anything yet. – Oh, yet, but you want to,
you will. – Jo, I am trying here.
– Trying? Oh, my God, like it’s work. – Jesus, you take everything
I say and you twist it. I mean, how am I supposed
to convince you that I want you, and I’m here for you
and only you. – I’m sorry ’cause
all this stuff with Frump, the second marriage,
the lies, the drinking. – I know, I know, I understand,
believe me I really do, but at some point you’re
gonna have to let that go. Trust again. – Trust is not
in my wheelhouse right now. This… could have been amazing. [soft music] ♪