Claire: Hi, honey. I'm sorry I'm late. We had a whole incident [kiss] at the warehouse, a paint mixer blew up. Luckily I had these overalls in my office I could- Oh, you're mad, aren't you?
Phil: Mad? [chuckles] I mean, was this the best Valentine's Day we've ever had? No. Was it the worst? Yes. I gave you a great gift. I tried to surprise you at the office. You repaid the effort by making a reservation at a truck stop and dressing up like Tom Sawyer. But hey, maybe this happens to everyone, Claire. Romance fizzles. Magic dies. At least we can mark the exact time it happened to us, thanks to my new watch, which only a switchboard operator from the 1950s could keep wound.