I have a voice-mail where you call me a "nasty pervy horny bitch" so there's nothing obvious about it. [But there's genuine amusement in Corrigan’s voice as he says it. He nudges his foot against Kyle's under the table.

And then he sighs, rolling his eyes as the waitress reappears to top off the mimosas and deliver their food.] Or you can rent a camper or a uhaul like a normal person.