Bob Anderson is in his car rapping with some music when he gets a call from his wife, Angie. He bends over to get it from the car pocket... just as a helmeted motorcyclist drives by and opens fire on him, shattering the windows. The killer escapes into traffic while Bob shares after his attacker in shock...Read the full recap
Guerrero: Still, actuary tables show that married couples tend to live longer lives.
Winston: Right. Says the man who tends to make people live shorter lives.
Bob Anderson: I'm telling you, there's no way my wife is trying to kill me. She loves me. We've never even had a fight.
Winston: That should've been your first clue.
Guerrero: Interior doors are probably alarmed, so...
Winston: Yeah, I'll get the climbing gear.
Winston: Yeah, man. Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do what you gotta do
Guerrero: Look, uh, don't know how to tell you this, but you rappeling off the side of a 40-story building is... not a good idea.
Winston: Oh, so what's this now, another crack about my size.
Guerrero: Well... yeah.
Winston: So I guess you're the love expert now. What, are you waiting for me to give you an apology for doubting you?
Christopher: Love is never having to say you're sorry.
Winston: Oh why don't you shut up?
Christopher: Even after you shoot somebody in the chest.
Angie Anderson: Yeah, our relationship may have started out a lie, but, um, it became very real.
Winston: Yeah. Normally, it's the other way around.
Guerrero: I think what Winston meant was, it's not the lack of love, but the, uh, lack of friendship that makes for an unhappy marriage.
Christopher: Did you make that up?