I'm pretty sure it's your fault.

Hank: How the fuck did we get here?

Karen: I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure it’s your fault.

Hank: Undoubtedly, I am currently accepting blame for everything: volcanoes, earthquakes, oil spills, steroids, rap music… it’s all my fault.

Karen: You tricked me, you know? You tricked me, I would hear the doorbell ring and I would be running towards it. I’d be thinking, “I don’t even like this guy, this is just some stupid fling.” Then I would open the door and all of those thoughts would disappear, because I’d see your smile and I was a goner. I trusted that smile.

Hank: He was a good guy, that smile. I don’t see him around much anymore. I miss him.

Karen: Strange, it changed so fast. Once you were my future, then you were my misery…

Hank: Nice…

Karen: Now you’re almost my past

Hank: Almost…