Jack Goes Boating

Jack:
Don't worry, I'm a good swimmer.

Connie:
I knew you'd be good.

Jack:
I am for you.

Connie:
I even imagined it with you.

Jack:
That's... yeah.

Connie:
In a bathtub, I imagined I was with you.

Jack:
You took a bath?

Connie:
No, I was in a bathtub imagining it was a pitch black night. We were in a bed in a spaceship flying through superspace.

Jack:
That... that's a long way off... space travel for tourists.

Clyde:
Let's smoke a toast.

Jack:
This always happens.

Clyde:
What?

Jack:
Whenever there's anything good, it f***s up.

Clyde:
It f***ed up, but it f***ed up because *we* forgot.

Jack:
No, you f***ed it up because you made a f***ing toast!

Clyde:
Because I love you. We all love you. We forgot the food because you were being loved. That's the important thing to remember.