Claire: What is it?
Phil: It’s the actual porch swing where we had our first kiss.
Phil: Check it out. The carvings are still on the back from 25 years ago.
Claire: Oh, my gosh. “Phil hearts Claire.” Oh, honey, this is gonna look so great out on our porch. I can’t believe you did this. Wow!
Phil: It was nothing. I made a few calls, – drove half a day –
Phil: had Campari and haggled with a handsy gay landlord, took the swing apart, loaded it in a van, ran out of gas in the desert, got harassed by a shady state trooper, and drove back with a blinding migraine. But easy-peasy.