Francis: So, Beebee broke up with me.
Malcolm: Oh. You okay?
Francis: I think I'm fine. There's a strange sense of peace that comes over you when you give up that last shred of dignity. It's nice.
Malcolm: I'm really sorry.
Francis: Well, if you're going to love women, you have to expect the occasional flaming wipeout. It's in the fine print, but you agree to it when you sign up.
Malcolm: So what are you going to do?
Francis: I'm going to go back to school. I only missed a day, so it shouldn't be too bad. There's a pack of farm girls that hang around outside the fence. Probably check that out. Later days.