Randy: You don't get it, Sharon! You never have! And that's supposed to be my fault?!
Sharon: Yes, it IS your fault, Randy, because you're a child!
Randy: I'm sick of everything I do being so wrong, Sharon!
Sharon: ... You're 42 years old, Randy!
Randy: I'm not dead yet Sharon, but you might be!
Sharon: Oh is that what you think?! That I'm dead?!
You do this all the time! First you're obsessed with baseball fights! Then you need to play Warcraft! Then you gotta be a celebrity chef!
Randy: Why can't you ever just support me?!
Sharon: Support what?! Another stupid dream of yours?!
Randy: Face it Sharon, our son turned 10 and you feel old!
Sharon: WHAT does our son turning 10 have to do with you making the same mistakes again and again?!
Randy: Because I'm unhappy, okay?! I've been unhappy for a long time!
Sharon: I'm unhappy too. We both are, obviously. How much longer can we keep doing this? It's like, the same shit just happens over and over and, then in a week it just all resets until- it happens again. Every week it's kind of the same story in a different way but it, it just keeps getting more and more ridiculous.
Randy: I don't know if I've changed or you have. I just feel like I might not have a whole lot of time left and... I want to enjoy it.
Sharon: I want to enjoy it too, but... I can't fake it anymore. You just seem kind of shitty to me.
Randy: You kind of seem shitty to me too.
Sharon: People get older, Randy. People grow apart.
[Landslide by Fleetwood Mac plays]