Like I always say, there's no "I" in team. There's a "me" though, if you jumble it up.

[To the team after shutting blinds to avoid seeing Stacy Warner] What? Mommy and Daddy are having a little fight. It doesn't mean we stop loving you. Now, go outside and play. Get Daddy some smokes and an arterial blood gas test.

[repeated line]
We're missing something.

You don't have a problem with what I did?

That's absurd. I love it.

So what's your plan? You take the big dark one, I'll take the little girl, and the Aussie will run like a scared wombat if things get tough.