"Now Billy, I'm not that bad, am I?"

Jeff makes a show of looking anywhere but at his wife, but he can't help but crack a smile.

"I think the jury might be out on that one, Mrs. K."

"Rebecca. Please, Tommy, for right now, you can call me Rebecca."

Well that shocks him, and he hides that by nodding and digging into his pasta. Which seems to be the signal for anyone who wants to start eating to do so.