Keeping the Faith

It's like a fairy tale,
these flowers framing you.

That's called a chuppah.
Oh, my God.
You look so beautiful together.

Please. We were so young.
We were kids.

As much grief as I give Jake, I think
you're all doing it the right way.

It takes at least ten years to get
to know yourself well enough
to stop being a total idiot.

It's hard enough without binding
yourself to another total idiot.

Well, what's scary is,
when you spend those ten years...

going after the things
you thought were important...

get those things, and then
feel a sneaking suspicion that you
went after the wrong things...

and that where the important things
are concerned...

you're still a total idiot.
- Can I ask you a question?
- Mm-hmm.

Is my son a good kisser?
You're in a very good mood.
I'm usually in a good mood.
But you're in
a particularly good mood right now.

Okay, yes.
Yes, I am.

I'm in a-- a very good mood.
Do you wanna share anything?

Not quite yet.
Maybe soon, though.

- Really?
- Yeah.
- Soon?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

- Well, you let me know, okay?
- I will. I will.

I'll be looking out for that.
- No, that's what she said--
That's what--
- Ridiculous.

- I'm so sorry.
-Jesus, what happened?

Girl talk. We're fine.
I didn't go into explicit detail,
but she knows we weren't holding hands.

God! I can't believe you did that.
We agreed this was between us.

Jake, I didn't tell her.
She figured it out on her own.