Marriage, Divorce and 'Parenthood:' Come ON, Joel and Julia
Julia: Whoa, you’re starting to sound like Ed. This is getting kind of hot, what with the analysis and actually talking about our problems. Are you sure you want to move out?
Joel: You know what? When we actually exchange parts of speech with our mouths, I don’t automatically turn the dial from “Mad at Julia Who Kiss-Forsaketh Me” directly to “Move out immediately.”
Julia: Let’s go see a marriage counselor.
Joel: No, I’m pretty sure I’m still a bastard that refuses therapy, but I have a sneaking suspicion you will go on your own and get some helpful tools we can use “together.”
Julia: That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Ed. I mean Joel.
Joel: Now I’m going back to work to point at blueprints and flirt with Pete. Anyway, maybe this week you can stop brow-furrowing and stay awake past nine and we can role-play that Swimfan scene again.
Julia: If you can unclench and look me in the eye, it’s possible! I’m going to go take a Briggs-Meyers assessment online. I was a high powered attorney. Surely I’m qualified to do something besides faux-fail at stay-at-home mothering. But first I’m going to finish flipping these perfectly-formed pancakes.
Joel: Atta girl!