Johnny: Hey, Stevie, don't mind me. Just coming in for a quick cup of rocket fuel.
Stevie: Nobody drinks that rocket fuel, Mr. Rose.
Johnny: I know it tastes like something I found in that gutter out there, but uh it's the pick-me-up I need to finish reorganizing the shed.
Stevie: [exasperated sigh] You're reorganizing the shed? That's not on the calendar 'til next week.
Johnny: Yeah well, with my evenings free, I mean, normally at this time Moira and I are deciding on dinner plans, but, uh...
Stevie: Okay, Mr. Rose, I know I might be overstepping here, but I just wanted you to know that it's okay to miss your wife.
Johnny: No, it's just an adjustment, that's all. I mean, we're making adjustments all the time. Yesterday I couldn't drink this coffee, and now... We've been serving this to guests the whole time?