Genevieve: You must be holding a lot of sadness in your legs. I have hands like a bonobo... strong.
Winston: Oh, wow.
Genevieve: There we go. Ooh. Very good.
Winston: Aah! Ow! Now, no! I have a girlfriend. Her name is Aly.
Genevieve: Wasn't your wife recently squished?
Winston: Yeah. That-that happened. She was indeed... But then, we cremated her. And we, we, we had to dry her out first.