Charles: I ate them.
That’s right. I ate the divorce papers, Carly. I ate them with ketchup. And they were good…
You probably want me to get serious about our divorce. The thing is you always called our marriage a joke. So let’s use logic here: If A) we never had a serious marriage then B) we can’t have a serious divorce.
No. We can’t.
The whole thing’s a farce, Carly – a farce that tastes good with ketchup.
I mean, wasn’t it last week, your dad asked you the reason you walked down that aisle with me, and you said “for the exercise.”
Ha, ha. That’s funny.
You’re a funny girl, Carly. And I’m not crying, I’m laughing.