Phil: I wanna show you something.
Claire: Let me guess. It's a copy of The Book Thief that I begged you to read but you wouldn't until your dental hygienist said it changed her life.
Phil: Remember this?
Claire: Uh-huh.
Phil: It's the first Thanksgiving I spent with your family.
Claire: God, I hated that ponytail.
Phil: I know. You said it made me look like a wimpy bouncer, so I cut it off. Just like I lost the feathered earring. And the van with the beanbag chairs. And I changed my forestry major.
Claire: I get it, Phil. I get it. I am the controlling witch that made you give up everything fun in your life.
Phil: No, no. You're the witch who saved me. Look. Look at this picture. Now look at this guy. You can't tell me your opinion doesn't matter. You've changed me for the better in a hundred different ways. Yeah, I might miss a book or a salad here and there but I've got Claire all over me.
Claire: You're about to.