"That was quite a speech you gave back there."
"Thank you, Tom."
"Of course, it wouldn't have been quite the same if it weren't for the... actions I took, that you so disapproved of."
"I would've thought that was obvious, Mr. Vice President."
"...You still want me as your vice president?"
"Yes."
"...Huh."
"You sound surprised."
"That's probably because I am."
"Just because I disagree with some of your methods doesn't mean I don't value your opinion, Tom."
"That was more than a disagreement, Laura. That was you being so pissed at me you wanted to throw me out an airlock."
"Oh, you thought so?"
"Sure seemed that way to me."
"Tom, if I wanted to throw you out an airlock, I would throw you out an airlock."
"...I'll keep that in mind."
"You do that."
"So uh, we're good?"
"There's no need to look so terrified. Yes, I suppose we're... good."
"And there's no need for you to look so smug."
"Smug?"
"Smug. You often look smug, actually, it's very... discomfiting."
"Well, I'm very sorry for your discomfiture. I'll try not to look so smug in future."
"Good. I'd like to be the smug one sometimes, you know."
"Oh, really? And what would you like to be smug about?"
"Hmm... I can think of one or two things..."
"...Tom? Why is your hand on my leg?"
"Huh. I'm not sure. I guess it must be feeling smug."
"About what?"
"About the fact that we're good."
"You think we're that good?"
"I don't know... are we?"
"Your hand sure seems to think we are. I can feel that, by the way."
"That was the intention, Laura."
"Hmm. Good."
"Good?"
"Good."
"Laura... your hands are on my chest."
"Yes, they are."
"Are they feel— Ohh..."
"Tom?"
"Yeah."
"Shut up and frak me."
"...Okay."