Why should I leave home to find a home? You know, why should I leave friends that I love to find new friends?

Wait a minute, wait a minute... I've heard this already. Aren't you the one that told me for eight weeks that you have to leave the nest sometime?

I realize that. I realize that.

No, no realizing. You've been telling me all summer that it's time to stick your head out of the sand and take a look at the big, beautiful world out there somewhere... I feel like a mid-wife.

I may have been wrong, Curt. I may have been wrong.

Wrong nothing. You've been telling me for eight weeks. God-dammit. Just, you're just mentally playing with yourself. If you just relax, we'll talk about it at the airport.