You know what? Go to hell. I don't want you to go. If you think you're leaving later on, you're insane and I'll tell Olivia where the name comes from. Not where it actually comes from, but . . . you might prefer that when I'm done.

— I don't want to fight, so I'm not going to fight with you. I'm sick of the needless drama that is, admittedly, perpetuated by my complete and utter failure to communicate and apparent willingness to be the "nice guy." In fact, I'm going to go get a drink. You should forgo a nap, get over the cold, and put on layers and join me, but I'm not going to force you.

[GETTING HIS COAT. :I ]