We should have a boat and a treasure map. And a few barrels of rum, right?
You're right, it wouldn't. And I don't have my wife around telling me to quit every five seconds either. Oh, let's see! He tried to run out of the car, I tossed him back in, he sulked and pouted and grumbled and growled about going to the hospital (but he's an artist - what if he fucked up his hand and couldn't paint anymore? Shouldn't he consider these things?) and he glared a lot too. I think he now has a special place of hatred reserved just for me. But Olivia is just great!