"I just want to dedicate this to the woman behind the man," Paul says, brandishing the trophy. "Cathy Jamison, without you we wouldn't be here today. As for the rest of you, you're a bunch of losers!" They laugh. It's Paul Jamison.

She's been reading up on positive thinking. In order to win, you have to believe you've already won.

"I had this great dollhouse furniture when I was little. Especially the bathroom set, I had this toilet with a little flusher that actually flushed. Oh my God, I even... I had a tiny little plunger. Oh, I knew I should have kept them, even though we never had a girl."

Back in the kitchen, the safest place in the house, working on snacks and putting it all together, to bring out the next round. They didn't plan it, but they are a team. She doesn't see what they have to talk about anyway, and he thinks the last few months have been erased. He offers to try again, for a girl this time. "We could try for one. Or just buy one!"

The little lumps, you never know where they're coming from. She can't have a daughter with him, or buy a daughter with him. Adam is all the children they're ever going to have. When she looks into Paul's eyes, she imagines, she can see -- actually see -- all the futures where he lives. Where they live, together, getting old and hilarious together. She can see every one of them burning, if she tells. Cathy Jamison changes the subject.

"How great was today, huh?" He loved last night even more, he says, with eyebrows at their lowest hubba hubba setting. She nods. "This house. Everything. It's our life." He likes this kind of talk, he tries to join in. He wants to show her respect, and trust, to show that she can trust him in return. The bathtub is heading down, down, down the road, and he thinks it's going one way --

"We've always been honest with each other, right? That's like, one of our things."

-- And she thinks it's going the other way: "So I have something I need to tell you, and I don't want you to worry, because it's gonna be fine. It's gonna be fine, because it has to be. And at least we have each other..."

Do you want to learn about history? Sometimes things are broken.

"I got a handjob!" blurts Paul Jamison.

"Handjob! I got one! Feels so much better just getting it out." From Tina, of course, the Rugby Slut. And now they can be together.

"Why ... Did you tell me that?"