Please there's gotta be something else I can do. Like mow your lawn every week for two weeks. I can't do it next week.

What's the point of going out? We're just gonna wind up back here anyway.

I won't sleep in the same bed with a woman who thinks I'm lazy. I'm going to go right downstairs, unfold the couch, unroll the sleeping ba... Eh, good-night.

Ah. I'm just a big, toasty cinnamon bun. I never want to leave this bed.

I'm too lazy to hold a grudge.

— We're late for church.
— Oh, I'd love to go with you honey, but I got a lot of work to do around the bed.