We got married. We got married because that's what we were supposed to do. (Right?) (Right?) There it all was, laid out before us. The whole plan and all that was needed was to follow the directions. God, you fucked it all up, didn't you? It was a left at that light. (A left, you fucking idiot). I guess we can make up for lost time by speeding.

Well fuck, we totally missed the point.

Right?