Actually, I really like the paint in the bedroom

Claire:

[Enters apartment to find her husband and another woman in the living room] Eric:
Oh, hey, hon. This is my... uh... Candy... This is Candy. You're not at work. Claire:
I'm not at work. I'm right here. [pause] Claire:
Candy, could you excuse us? Candy:
Sure. [Awkward five seconds goes by] Candy:
Oh, you mean... [points to herself, then leaves] Candy:
. Eric:
Ok, now before you get all in a huff, just hear me out, ok? Candy's a new manager's assistant while Dawn's in Anaheim. I'm getting her acclimated. Claire:
To our home? Eric:
Yeah, we were in the neighborhood, ok? And I left my laptop... Claire:
Oh, Eric. Eric:
What? Claire... Claire:
Don't tell this to me, Eric. Eric:
What do you want to hear? Claire:
The truth. Eric:
The truth? Claire:
That you'd prefer spending time filing things in Candy's drawers than home with your wife. Eric:
You work just as much as I do. Ok, so... Claire:
This is like your side project, isn't it, Eric? Eric:
Oh, no, no, no, not right now. Not the big picture speech. Claire:
Working on it. It's like the bedroom walls that we never get around to re-painting... I mean, what are we doing here? Candy:
[Sticking her head around the corner]
Can I say something? [Eric and Claire turn to look at Candy] Candy:
Actually, I really like the paint in the bedroom