Maeby: You mean we're married?
George Michael: No. It's just a piece of paper. It doesn't mean anything. I mean-
Maeby: We should shred it. It's creeping me out.
George Michael: Yeah. Me- But, if we just put it over the dresser, like we think it's a joke, and we would always know-
Maeby: It is a joke.
George Michael: I know. Unless we get it framed.