“You think that I haven’t thought this through? You think that we don’t love each other? You know, I’ve loved this girl for nineteen years, Ben. That is fully half my life. I know everything there is to know about her. I know the mood she’s in when she wakes up in the morning: always happy, ready for the day. Can you imagine? I know that she is honest - she won’t even take the little shampoo bottles from the hotel room or sneak into the movie theater for a double feature. She always buys a second ticket - always. I know that we have the same values, we have the same tastes, we have the same sense of humor. I know that we both think that organized religion is completely full of shit. I know that if she is ever paralyzed from the neck down, she would like me to unplug her and I will. I know her position on just about everything and I am on board - I am on board with everything about her. So you tell me, Ben, what better woman could I have picked to be the mother of my child? Seriously. What more responsible choice could I have made? You tell me, fucking prick. Seriously whatever happens - whatever the fuck happens - this year or next year or whenever - we’re going to be fine, okay?”