Hiram: I want to come home. Hermione: You don’t live here anymore. Just … stop. Veronica and I are finally free of you. Hiram: Is that what freedom looks like? Playing hostess at a teenager’s gin joint. [Hiram takes off his shirt] Hiram: Let me back in. You won’t have to work another day ever again. You’ll be my wife again. Hermione: Over my dead body. Hiram: That can be arranged. [Hermione slaps Hiram] Hiram: Was that foreplay or punishment?