"I can't believe we let you drag us into that movie," Brett shakes his head, laughing as they walk out of the theater.

"It wasn't that bad," Trina says, linking her arm through his good one.

"I liked it," Winona agrees.

Raylan tips the hat back and rolls his eyes. "We could have seen that Will Smith movie instead, or the one about the plane crash."

"A Simple Plan. Billy Bob Thornton," Brett says. "Yeah, that looked good. But nooooo, we had to see Shakespeare in Love," he whines. "Couldn't you ladies have seen that on your own? I would have happily babysat."

"Now you tell me," Trina laughs. "Hey, you owed us one after making us watch The Siege. I know you boys don't think so, but it's actually quite possible to tell a good story without anyone pulling a gun."

"Or chasing someone in a car," Winona adds.

Brett shakes his head. "You have no sense of adventure. What's a movie without a great car chase?"

"At least the popcorn was good," Raylan says.

Winona punches his arm. "You ought to know. You ate all of ours."

"And the next time we go to a movie, Winona and I are sitting between the two of you. You talked the whole time."

"Don't use your 'mommy' voice with me," Brett warns, teasing.

"Take us to a good movie, with some shootin' and a car chase or two, or a western, they're always interestin'. Then we'll be too absorbed to have a conversation," Raylan says.

"Oh, look," Trina says, pointing. "One of those photo booths." She tugs on Brett's hand. "Let's get our picture taken."

"Forget it," Brett says.

"Oh, come on." She pouts. "All we have anymore are pictures of the kids. The last picture of just us is from before Walt was born."

Winona looks at the booth and back at Raylan. "We don't have any pictures of us at all."

"Hell, no." He shoves his hands in his pockets and shakes his head under the hat. "I'm not gettin' in there."

She stands on tiptoe and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Pleeeease?" She draws the word out. "I'll make it worth it when we get home," she whispers, making sure her lips brush his ear.

His mouth twists into a grin. "Well, when you put it that way..."

They pull the curtain aside and slide into the tight space. Raylan bumps his head, knocking the hat askew. Winona's half on his lap on the tiny bench. She takes the hat and he runs a hand through his hair. "How the heck does this thing work anyway?"

"You put your money in and watch the little light here." She taps it with a finger. "It takes four or five pictures and they come out in this cute little strip." She smiles.

"And just what exactly am I gettin' when we get home that's gonna make this embarrassment 'worth it'?"

"What do you want, Cowboy?" She asks. He leans over and whispers in her ear. She laughs. "That can be arranged."

"Well, alrighty then. Let's get this over with."

They end up doing it again because Winona says he's 'too serious' in the first set and then a third time because in the second two of the pics are blurry. She pronounces the third set perfect, even though he can't see much difference between those and the 'too serious' ones. They step out of the booth and he gives Brett the eye. "Get in there with your wife," he says. "I ain't gonna be the only one humiliated tonight."

"But..." Brett protests.

"Come on," Trina grabs his arm and yanks him into the booth with her. She's happy with one set of pictures.

"You got off easy," Raylan tells him. He leans over to Winona. "We did three sets of those damn pictures...does that mean I get three..."

She gives him the eye and smirks. "Awfully sure of yourself there, aren't you? Let's see what you've got left after one."

He throws an arm around her as he pushes the door open for Brett and whispers in her ear. "Never underestimate me."