"And this is our bedroom." "Ours!" " Seen it plenty, Cheeks." " Yeah but you weren't looking at the molding" "Okay..." "I can't... not seeing a lot of room for my stuff." "Right." "Well, I'll just..." "Oh, I need that." "And that..." "You know what?" "We'll figure it out." "Has your bed always been this soft?" "Why?" "Do you not like it?" "We could get sleep numbers." "I had mine done once, I'm a thirty-five." "I'm a seventy." "It's almost double mine." "Sounds really... compatible." "Are you scared?" "Well... the middle of the bed is gonna be a shocking transition." "Cheeks, why are you really scared?" "Well, we're starting a life together." "I mean, I'm gonna come see your games and... sit with the other players' wives, complaining about the Vietnamese girls at the manicure place and you'll come to see me when I put on a cabaret show and... pretend not to be mortified." "And we'll both drive each other to the eye doctors... and not cook things the other one doesn't like and... be polite to each other's brothers." "Well, that one's more on me." "I mean, your brothers aren't Mormon." "So you're saying... we can do this... together thing... because... we'll be doing it... together?" "Yeah." "And I'll have someone there, to lean on... for ever... and ever... and ever!" " And ever!" " Yes!" " And ever... and ever!" " Yes!" "Wow." "Yeah." "This is..." "This is... so soft!" "It's like... quicksand!" "So do we just, like... take turns being freaked out now?" "Apparently." "Stop!" "Watch!" "I don't need it." "Thank you, I..." "We will be okay." "You know that was symbolic, right?" "Let's just be right now."