Doug: Why the hell didn't you take the minivan?
Deacon: Kelly's got it. She doesn't like driving this car. It's too small.
Doug: Oh, great, so she gives it to her eight-foot-tall husband. I can't believe you aren't the one gettin' divorced.
Deacon: Stop talking about divorce, will you? You guys are going to be fine. You always work these things out. She screams, you cry—two pizzas later you're back to normal.