We were golfing. You know, golfing, to me, is something I'm *supposed* to enjoy. And I was...

Ben Hood: We were golfing. You know, golfing, to me, is something I'm *supposed* to enjoy. And I was on the goddamn golf team in college, so it's something one would assume I'd do well. I used to do well. But basically, these days, golfing for me is like hoeing... or plowing. It's like farming. And George Clair has obviously, in the mere two years since he's been with the firm, he's obviously been taking secret lessons with a golf pro. And I bet the entirety of his disposable income has been dedicated to humiliating me on the golf course. That guy talks nonstop throughout the entirety of the misery of the miserable 18 holes... Janey Carver: Ben. Ben Hood: On topics that are the supposed domain of my department. Janey Carver: Ben. Ben Hood: Yeah? Janey Carver: You're boring me. I have a husband. I don't particularly feel the need for another. Ben Hood: You have a point there. That's a very good point. We're having an affair. Right. An explicitly sexual relationship. Your needs, my needs. You're absolutely right. Janey Carver: You better get dressed. The boys will be home soon. Ben Hood: Gotcha. [they both get out of bed]