Listening to my husband talk to himself as he watches Mad Men.
- James: Imagine if we just could just show these people the internet?
- James: (about christina hendricks) Oh my God. Look at her. Where did they find this woman?
- James: Look at the crotch in those pants.
- James: Joan looks like a porno Wilma Flintstone.
- James: Oh God, Megan's teeth look like Billy Bob teeth, or like Shane McGowan... if Shane McGowan was really pretty and spoke French.
- James: I'd screw Joan but I'd have to do it in the winter, because in the summer she'd get all sweaty. That's why her husband won't bring her to Vietnam.
- James: What the fuck?
- Me: He isn't really doing that. It's a hallucination, trust me. He's sick. I mean, where would Megan be?
- James: I don't think I've ever been so sick that I thought I fucked and murdered someone. Ever. I have NEVER been that sick.
