"She isn't speaking to me. Again."

"Me too. Do we know why?"

"Nope. Never do. Nothing that makes sense."

"She'll be back. She does like you. She likes me."

"Yeah. I know. It's just, I get tired of it. I thought we were good this time."

"Hey, we never really know what's going on. She's got problems."

"That's true. When she's around it's nice. You know?"

"Yeah, I do. When she's herself. Know what I mean?"

"You get tired of it? Want to just not forgive this time?"

"Oh, yeah. Then I remember."

"What's that?"

"We love her, don't we?"