Mike Baxter: Hey babe.
Vanessa Baxter: He-ey.
Mike Baxter: What's the matter?
Vanessa Baxter: Oh nothing. I'm just... I'm just right on that late afternoon fence where do I have another cup of coffee or just say screw it and pour my first glass of wine.
Mike Baxter: Tough one.
Vanessa Baxter: Well, which way do you love me more, a little jittery and chatty or passed out and drooling by eight-thirty?
Mike Baxter: I love you both ways.
[leans in for a kiss then slides a wine bottle toward Vanessa]