Keith: Elliott, I know I was supposed to be sad at that funeral, but all I could think about was how lucky I am to have you in my life, you know?
Elliot: I'm sorry, I'm just not really in the mood for relationship talk.
Keith: Yeah, sure.
Elliot: And don't you dare remove that tie.
Keith: Let me guess. You wanna do some crazy sexual role-playing.
Elliot: No, I just never get the chance to see you in a suit, that's all.
Keith: Elliot?
Elliot: Fine. I'm a trailor-trashy popstar who rarely wears underwear, and you're one of my backup dancers who's not quite sure about his sexuality, yet.
Keith: No, I don't wanna do Britney and K-Fed anymore. Ever since the divorce it's too sad.
Elliot: Okay, you're one of Rhode Island's top defense attorneys, and I have just hired you because I killed my husband in an argument over my addiction to painkillers.
Keith: Got it.