Michelle: Oh, you sick, sick bastards.
Erin: Listen, Michelle...
Michelle: This is incest!
James: No, it's not.
Michelle: Yes, it is, James.
James: We're not related.
Michelle: Oh, and that makes it OK, I suppose?
James: Well, it makes it not incest.
Michelle: Right, OK. I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, and say that that head injury was much worse than what we thought, and you are temporarily possessed by whatever evil spirit is rattling about this joint, which has caused you to lose the absolute fucking run of yourself.
James: This is none of your business, Michelle.
Michelle: Oh, but it is, fuck features. It is very much my business. This can't happen. OK? You two can't get together, because, putting aside the fact that it makes me want to boke my actual ring up, if you get together, you'll break up, and then where does that leave me, Erin? You might be my best friend but he's my cousin, and dickhead or not, I'll have to stick with him. Don't put me in that position.