Phil: Claire?
Claire: Nope. I mean, what am I doing? I am totally at the wrong room.
Phil: Are you?
Claire: I'm sorry, Phil. It's not what it looks like.
Phil: Rumpled bed, wine bra. [checks bathroom] I knew it! You've been sleeping by yourself. How could you?
Claire: I am so sorry. I just couldn't take it anymore, and I needed a place where- What is that smell?
Phil: Betrayal.