Phil: This robe feels like butter. Yeah, I missed this, honey. That yoga's really paying off. Hey, whoa. Slow down, baby. You can't gun a cold engine. Argh! But if you're- Then who's-
Claire: When did you know?
Phil: When it didn't complain about my socks.
Claire: You checked the closet, didn't you?
Phil: Every night before bed.
Claire: I really don't understand it. It's so silly. I mean, if somebody really wanted to kill you, obviously they'd just hide under the bed. Good night. [turns light off]
Phil: Mm. Damn it. [turns light on]