Beverly: Wait. Is that... It is. Geoff Schwartz! What are the chances?
Geoff: Down the street from my parents' house? Pretty high.
Beverly: Well, this is a happy co-ink-a-dink, because I have some stuff you left at our house.
Geoff: Okay, you can just put those things in the back. Or just climb in and crush my sunglasses. [car door closes]
Beverly: Here's the elegant "Gerica" sweater that reminds you of the good times.
Geoff: That's clearly not mine.
Beverly: Oh, and a bottle of Erica's favorite perfume. Wow. That's gotta bring back some memories, huh?
Geoff: [coughs] My eyes! It's so searing and evocative!
Beverly: Mm. Look. Her diary. Oopsy. I opened it. "Dear diary, I sure do miss Geoff's snuggly body. I wish he could go back to being my loverboy."
Geoff: It's obvious you're trying to get me to go back to Erica.
Beverly: How dare you? I'm just a concerned citizen randomly walking the neighborhood with the possessions of my daughter and her former loverboy.
Geoff: Please stop saying "loverboy."
Beverly: Does "boy lover" feel more natural?
Geoff: It does not.
Beverly: I guess someone can't have an open and honest conversation.
Geoff: I'm sorry. It's just, however hard you think this breakup is for you, it's harder for me.
Beverly: Geoff, I know.
Geoff: Thank you.
Beverly: But I will 1,000% get you back together, whether you want me to or not. [car door closes]
Geoff: You left your box!
Beverly: Geoff, that [bleep] isn't mine.