Liam: Putting a ring on it.
Mike: ‘Bout damn time.
Mike: You okay?
Liam: Never been better.
Mike: Let me know when to schedule time off for your capitalistic celebration of a bourgeois institution.
Liam: My wedding?
Mike: What else?
Liam: You’re married. You sank to the depths of the bourgeoisie as well.
Mike: The decision to couple is essentially meaningless.
Liam: You told your wife that?
Mike: For sure. Before I proposed.
Liam: You romantic, you.
Mike: She loved it. Said that my buying her a ring was MORE romantic for her because I’m a nihilist. Apparently, I’m better at romance than you are.
Liam: Yeah, you beat Hallmark.
Liam: Anyway, you want to attend MY wedding?
Mike: Of course. I’ll suffer through the hyperbolic displays of wealth for you.
Liam: And cake?
Mike: Ha. No. The cake will suck. You don’t even know what good cake is.
Liam: Gracie does. She’s already assured me that it’s going to be red velvet.
Liam: It’s been so long since I’ve had sugar that I’m not sure what that even is…
Mike: I pity you but I will come and I will eat.
Liam: I’m honored.
Mike: You should be.
