— I have to bring the garbage cans back in.
— Today wasn't garbage day.
— No, not here. At Judith's.
— At Judith's? Alan, your wife throw you out.
— Yeah, that doesn't mean she doesn't need me.
— Yeah, it kind of does.
— Look, we're still married, it's still my house, and she still counts on me to do a few chores. It's good. It leaves the door open for, you know, reconciliation.
— I see. So, how do you lift those garbage cans without a spine?