November 20th, 2001, 1:00 AM, car interior, driving: a couple realizes they are probably secretly hated.

“Aren’t you glad you have your car here now? I don’t think I could have dealt with those two another second.”
“At least it’s not like they fight this way all the fucking time, or anything.”
“Ah, so you’re starting to see my objections to living there, eh?”
“Oh, come on, they’re not that bad. I know you’ve seen worse. Don’t make me name names.”
“Ha! We’d be here all night. But I don’t have to live with any of them, either. I see your point, though — do we even know any happy gay couples?”
[pauses] “Us?”
“Scary thought, huh?”
“Jeez, I don’t think I can deal with that responsibility. Obviously, we have to break up. Like, right now.”