Bob: Well, I see sunshine outside, but I don't see sunshine inside. Wanna talk about the breakup, Bambi?
Donna: No, Dad, I don't want to talk about it. You know, we were happy. But he had to push me. He had to define everything and get his little ring on me. By the time it was over, we weren't even together anymore. I'm fine. Son of a bitch.
Bob: [clears throat] Listen, when you're done-
Donna: I know, I know. Put the bags on the curb.