[Hey, he's usually home. A man has to have his alone time, some of the time. He just watches Valerie ping all over, propping one arm up against the back of the couch and upsetting the lace doily.]

Yeah, they said I could crash here. It's too late to catch the train back to the commune and walking would take hours. I wouldn't be home in time anyway.

[He takes another drink.]

So you're all snuggled up watching some ugly white guy pretending to be smart?