Adam's trying to work on his art project; he's pulling apart that shiny, stringy stuff people line Easter baskets with. Joan's trying to tape him. She acknowledges how weird it is to be photographed, so she thinks she can make it easier on him by just telling him what to do. Adam: "How is that a documentary?" Joan misses the point completely: "I'm supposed to document how I see things. You're a part of that. I want to show the world what kind of couple we are." Adam: "The world?" Joan relents: "Okay. Public television. I know people don't really watch it but if I do good at this, we could get free tote bags!" That oughta improve Adam's lot in life. She instructs him to walk toward her and talk about all the things he likes about the two of them. Adam protests, "Jane, I…" Joan: "That's good, but with more feeling." How can she be so oblivious to his incredibly obvious distaste for this whole enterprise? He looks peeved now: "I can't do this. This is totally fake." Joan concedes, and says she knows it's hard to be all poetic. She suggests action instead. She grabs him by the arm and pulls him toward the door: "I want you to just come running into the room, uh…talking about how much you miss me, and then we'll kiss." Adam stands there looking helpless for a moment, but instead of running away, he tries to comply. She tells him to run in on her signal. He objects: "But I -- I don't usually run to you." She pleads with him to cooperate: "Look, just run in. You don't even have to say anything. Come kiss the camera like you're gonna kiss me. Ready?" Good lord. Adam runs in feebly and then stops short in front of the camera. He hesitates for a moment before saying he doesn't want to be in the movie: "Can we just leave it at that, please?" Joan: "Adam, how am I supposed to document the world if you're not in it?" He replies, "Is this really how you see the world? Like we're some fake couple?" Joan says it's just a video. Adam's mad: "No, it's not! It's not! It's you, trying to force us to become something we're not!" Joan counters, "Hey, I wanted you to be real but you didn't want to do that either!" Adam: "You want real? I hate this! I hate it! Okay? I hate trying to pretend that we're some happy couple, when we're so stressed out that we're miserable even when we're together!" Adam clatters his art stuff around. Joan: "Wow. I should've kept the cameras rolling for that, huh?" Adam says this is making him crazy: "I can't do this. I gotta go to the design studio." He rushes out.