— Daniel, did we get married last night?
— Yes, I have a feeling we did. The details are a little bit fuzzy.
— Actually, you're lucky I don't sue you for injuries sustained when I picked up those file boxes.
— You, uh, sustained an injury?
— I broke a nail.
— Oh, Serena. She understands the last thing to go on a woman are her shoulders.
— She's bound to win the Nobel Prize.