Jake: Oh, man, you got a whole shrine! Even the eyes are all scratched out.
Amy: Babe, when we're married, we're gonna share everything. Bank accounts, health insurance, arch-nemeses.
Jake: Aww, that's nice, Ames, but you don't have to say that. Charles, will you put this picture of me up on the wall?
Charles: Copy that. You want the eyes scratched out?
Jake: Uh, you know I do.