Okay, look. I had this idea that this was going to be a nice relaxing trip.

It was.

And we were going to come out here --

Yes.

And enjoy ourselves --

Yes.

And not have to deal with stress. Do you understand?

Yes, of course.

And now, what do you see?

What do you mean?

What do you see here?

I don't know... Trees, blue sky --

Stress!

Sorry?

Stress. It's stress. Every direction I look is stress.

Okay, look, you need to just take a breath. Remember what they said at the clinic. Deep breaths.

Stop it. I hate when you speak to me like that.

Like what?

Condescending.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be condescending.

Look, how are we supposed to deal with this problem?

We take it a step at a time.

Okay, smarty pants. What's the first step?

She's right you, you know...

No one asked you.

Sorry.

Honey, please. The first step is we look cute.

Cute? Cute? How the hell do we look cute?

We just do. We look cute and they'll come out of the car.

There's no way.

She might be right you know.

Will you mind your own business.

Hey bub, stop yelling.

Ya, stop yelling dude!

Oh what, now everyone's against me?!? Talk about stress.

Honey, please, just relax. Their car's run out of gas. And we're hungry. Right?

Right.

Well, at some point they have to come out of there. So we just wait here until that happens.

Sounds good to me.

Me too.

You guys are all far too optimistic.

Well, maybe you're just a negative nelly.

The clinic did say you need to spend more time looking at the bright side.

Stupid clinic. I wish I'd never gone.

You should spend more time there.

Shut up and mind your own business.

Oh honey, don't be snappy. You'll be fine once we eat.

Maybe.