Christmas, my friend. Please tell me you ain't going through this.
Of course I am. Look at that girl. Who wouldn't marry her?
She cheated on you.
It was a half-cheat.
Which is?
The other side of a half-truth. The facts are murky.
Murky. I hate to break this to you, pal, but your girlfriend over there has a world-class cheating gene.
I should stab you in the heart.
Too late.

