How's New Orleans? Listen I think I'm going to stay here for a while. I can't come home...

Lois Riley: [on phone] How's New Orleans? Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: Listen I think I'm going to stay here for a while. I can't come home right now. Lois Riley: What are you talking about? Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: I don't know. I just know that I can't come home right now. I know I'm not dead yet. Alright? Lois Riley: [crying] Doug. I'm not mad about Vivian. Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: What? Lois Riley: A year or two ago I found a name tag in the pocket of your windbreaker. It's not like I had no idea what was going on. And I know I haven't been. [pauses] Lois Riley: Oh Lord. Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: I'm sorry. [Lois hangs up on Doug]

It's not like a secret or something? Give me my lighter back. Because it would really suck shit if you blamed her for that. I don't blame her. What are you talking about? - I mean, she was being a good mom. - Who said she wasn't? - So you don't think it's all her fault, then? - No. I don't know. We don't talk about it. Give me my lighter back. You should talk about it. - Hey, I'll see you later. - Where are you going? - The club. Don't you think you should take a few nights off until your... - you know. - I got my cranberry juice. I'm good to go. Allison, I don't think you should do this anymore.