Jonah: Hey. For Emma's quinceañera, am I supposed to just get her money, or if I wanted to add something extra, would she like a NutriBullet, makeup, rosary beads, a T-shirt that says "Slay all day"?
Amy: She's gonna like whatever you get her.
Jonah: I just want it to be good, you know? I always feel like Emma doesn't like me.
Amy: What? Why?
Jonah: She always goes to her room whenever I come over. And there was the time she saw in the towel and it was never addressed.
Amy: Jonah, she's 15 years old. If you're not Ariana Grande or Gritty, she's not into it.
Jonah: Yeah, but I'm, like, the guy who stole her mom away from her dad.
Amy: Yeah, no, you're right. It's true. I was in a happy, fulfilling, blissful marriage that would have just gone on forever and ever if you hadn't swooped in and started whispering This American Life stories into my ear until my panties dropped.