Lynette:How's your back?
Tom:If I don't breathe, great. God, it has been so long since my back has acted up.
Then wham, out of the blue,I'm crying by a tree stump.
Lynette:Well, you're under a lot of stress.
You got a new kid in the family. You're job hunting.
Tom:Ugh. Are we gonna fight about that again?
Cause if so, I'm gonna need those last four muscle relaxants.
Lynette:No, I don't wanna fight.
In fact, I was thinking...If you can't find something you like in advertising, maybe you should cast a wider net.
Lynette:You're a bright guy.
Isn't there anything else you might wanna do?
Tom:I'd like to play bass for Aerosmith.
Lynette:Okay, let's call that the backup plan.
But, seriously, don't you have some road not taken, some dream you never got around to?
Tom:I don't know, maybe.
Tom:I don't know. You get married.
You have kids and...you lose track of that stuff.
Lynette:Well, think about it, okay?
Cause whatever you wanna do, I'm in your corner.