Ted: No, come in. It's not weird at all.
Tony: Ted, Teddy, Ted, Ted, Ted. I knew it was wrong to steal somebody's fiancée. I mean, I grappled with it. I was up nights. And not for the good reason. Well, sometimes for the good reason. I mean, Stella and I hadn't seen each other in five years, so, as you can imagine, the beginning, it was just fast and furious. Lamps breaking, furniture moving. You see this bald patch?
Ted: Tony?
Tony: Anyway, we moved on. Me, Lucy, Stella, we were gonna move to L.A. I was gonna become a screenwriter. Then we bumped into you, and you just looked so... sad.
Ted: Sad? No. I think what you're calling sad was actually a jovial nonchalance.
Tony: Ted, you looked awful, okay? Like a little dachshund puppy with a bad back that's got to pull itself around on a cart.