Denise: You're leaving me for Cox right now?
Drew: Yeah. Is that all right?
Denise: No. Yeah, that's fine. Go. It's just, all this talk about, you know, dying is making me think of my childhood dog, Rascal... Flats Paws.
Drew: You had a dog named Rascal Flats Paws?
Denise: It's an Indian name, okay? We got him from a Navajo rescue center. I taught him how to skateboard and he was really good, until my dad ran him over. The bastard did it on purpose.
Drew: Wait, are you screwing with me?
Denise: Yeah, Drew, that's what I do. I make up stories about my dead skateboarding Indian dog and my abusive father just to mess with you. That's... Yeah. Oh, just forget it.
Drew: Uh, no, it's fine. I'll stay.