Bob Anderson: [as narrator] I fled him down the nights and down the days. I fled him down the arches of the years. I fled him down the labyrinthine ways of my own mind. And in the mist of tears, I hid from him, and under running laughter.
Bob Anderson: Oh Darcy come on. Honey, this is not some, some movie where the psycho husband chases the screaming wife around the house.