Gloria: Phil! Phil? Phil, where are you? I want to show you how Libby's hair and blood got on my car. [bushes rustling] I can hear the rustling in the bushes.
Phil: [imitates sheep bleating]
Gloria: Why would a sheep be here? [rings Phil]
Phil: [cellphone rings] Hey, you.
Gloria: You know that this whole thing with Libby is really your fault.
Phil: I know! I know! I-I pushed you too far, but it was only because I thought you were a special talent and I was just trying to pull the best out of you, but I blew it! I blew it, and you snapped.
Gloria: You thought I snapped like that crazy TV show and I ran over Libby, and that's why you're hiding in the bushes like a sheep?
Phil: Well, now it just seems like you're cherry-picking what happened today to cast me in the worst possible light.