Devin: Thanks for the ride.
Axl: My pleasure. And, uh, just so you know, I don't have a girlfriend.
Devin: You don't?
Axl: Well, I did. But, uh... She... Died.
Devin: Really?
Axl: Yeah. Got the text during dinner, so...
Devin: Wow. So sudden.
Axl: Mm. Well, not really. She was in a coma. Truth is, we weren't really that close.
Devin: You weren't really that close to your girlfriend?
Axl: D... I mean, eh... We both knew before the coma it wasn't working out. Um, her last words to me were, uh, "Move on. Be happy. Find someone else." We didn't know at the time those were her last words, but, uh, still pretty poetic.
Devin: Wow.
Axl: Yeah.
[Devin leans in... and grabs her bag from the backseat]
Devin: Good luck with that.
Axl: Thank you. Happy thanksgiv... [door closes]