...Yeah, I guess. I'm sure you got there too though, I prolly just winged it for the night until you turned up.

[He heaves a sigh. But before Ford can say anything about that (even though it's true - he wings a lot of things! They both know it!) Stan takes control of the conversation and shifts the tone to something less dire. He's talked enough about this, and he's sick of feeling things about a life that doesn't even feel like it's completely his own.

And so, he forces up a grin. Showtime!]

Anyway-- I left her up in the kitchen but guess what? [Stan gives him no time to answer.] I got Bona Lisa back! She hasn't aged a day since I left Trench!

[GET IT? GET IT, FORD? BECAUSE SHE'S A SKELETON RAT!]