Henry King

What? Don’t give me that look. I have blood on my shirt.

I really don’t give a shit about your shirt right now, Adam.

This is your out, okay? If you don’t want to do this…

Winny, I’m in this. Forever. I love you, and I’m gonna love our baby, too. Got it? 

I’m pregnant.

You’re...oh my god.

I can’t breathe because I have heartburn all the time. I can’t breathe because the thought of eating Chinese food makes me want to cry. I can’t breathe because I have morning sickness - all day. 

...say that again.

Everything! You’re being kind and supportive and I can’t. I can’t… I can’t breathe when you’re being like this. Because I’m… I’m p-going. You… just stay.

Winny Mackenzie Hayes you are not leaving this apartment until you tell me what the fuck is going on?

You. You’re being annoying and not helpful. I hate Chinese food and I hate Chuck E. Cheese. Why don’t you just go with you stupid wife from stupid Vegas? 

What the fuck, Winny?! What the actual fuck? What am I doing that is so wrong? I’m not gonna leave until you just fucking tell me what is going on. That’s what couples do. They tell each other shit. 

Chinese food? No, Henry. I hate Chinese food. You know, I’m just gonna go to bed early. Maybe you should just go.

She’ll be scarred for life.

If the girl can live with walking in on me and Win, she can handle Chuck E Cheese.

And you think being around a bunch of screaming kids is going to help?

Okay...we can order Chinese. Something good.

What makes you think I wanna go to that stupid place? 

Because I know you’ve been down lately, and I just think you deserve some good, stupid fun.

So those creepy robots can kill us? No thank you.

C’mon, Stormie will love it.

Enjoy the view? Even if it’s not Vegas, we gotta go out. Boys night. Tanzie’s orders.

Zach needs a night where he doesn’t have to worry about me fucking it up. You take him out. Go nuts. I’ll babysit.

Hey, I knew you secretly liked them!

Deal. I’ll have some of that shitty non-alcoholic beer Adam keeps pushing on me.

I remember. Let’s go visit your wife. 

What the fuck am I supposed to do in Vegas?

Fun, huh? I’m not sure if I remember what that is. I think a pizza party would sure help, though.

I’ll even watch those movies you love. You know, the ones I pretend to hate, but secretly like more than you do.