CRAIG: How long are you gonna be at the restaurant? I have to shower.
SAWYER: Wait, are you guys having FaceTime sex now?
CRAIG: It just happened.
SAWYER: Yes. It just happens with girlfriends.
CRAIG: It also happens with cool women you’re friendly with while casually hooking up with them.
SAWYER: Didn’t you have dinner at her parents’ house?
CRAIG: They always have people over. Wasn’t a big deal.
SAWYER: And how often do you go to dinner at the home of the parents of the women you’re exclusively having sex with?
CRAIG: It’s not exclusive.
SAWYER: I don’t think you understand what exclusive means, buddy, or you’d be having sex with other women.
CRAIG: That’s hockey business.
SAWYER: Right. You’re committed to hockey. Not to Stitch.
CRAIG: It’s a system that works.
SAWYER: So you’re saying you wouldn’t want to see her if you were playing badly?
CRAIG: Sure, but it can never be serious anyway. She’d never want to leave Kenton.
SAWYER: Did she say that?
CRAIG: I can’t ask her to leave her family business.
SAWYER: Have you talked about it?
CRAIG: Don’t have to. We aren’t all meant for marriage, Big Daddy.
CRAIG: Hello?
CRAIG: Is this thing on?
SAWYER: Apparently I am also one of those people who isn’t meant for marriage.
CRAIG: Shit. Did she leave you?
SAWYER: She’s not asking for full-time custody, so. It is what it is.
CRAIG: I’m coming to the restaurant. Don’t leave.
SAWYER: Hurry up. I hate this place.
Two Summers Ago
CRAIG: Hey. I’ll be in Kenton in a couple of days.
BRIDGET: Hey! That was a great game yesterday. Except for the end.
CRAIG: You watched it?