Riiiiight.

Earth to Lizbon: Honey, you do not want a boyfriend.
Lizbon: Right. I forgot.
Earth: Because, it makes you crazy. Witness how uncomfortable it made you to even contemplate having a proper date.
Lizbon: Right, I forgot.
Earth: Remember how you called me up in the middle of the night and begged me, please, to send you a backdoor man? Or two?
Lizbon: I think I'd actually like three, if you're offering.
Earth: Yes, well, we'll see what can be done about that. So, here, my love, on a silver platter, are two lovely backdoor men. Use them wisely, okay? And don't get all bent out of shape over it.
Lizbon: Yes, Earth, darling. I will try.
Earth: And ride your damned bicycles.
Lizbon: Hey, I never stopped doing that. Give me some frickin' credit.