Splinter surgery on Chloe’s foot. Took ten seconds flat. Little to no pain.

Scott: I should have been a surgeon. I’m that good. (Musing) Maybe I’ll go to medical school as an older man.

Chloe: You’re way too old to start all that now. (Pause) On second thought, if you became a surgeon then we’d be rich and you could pay for me to go to Harvard.

Scott: I don’t think I’d be rich enough in enough time to handle tuition at Harvard. Maybe by the time Genevieve’s ready.

Chloe: That’s really annoying.

Scott: What?

Chloe: That you couldn’t have come up with this plan a lot sooner.