Maura

No, George, we're not.

George

(gestures towards book) But I proved it!

Maura

I refuse to give up on this relationship. It's like... launching missiles from a submarine. Both of us have to turn our keys.

George

Well, then, I am gonna have to ask you to turn your key.

Maura

(assertive) I'm sorry, George, I can't do that.