Oliver: What's in the box?
Vincent: My wife.
Oliver: She died?
Vincent: No. She shrunk herself. She's living in here now. Rent free.
Oliver: Sorry for your loss.
Vincent: I never understood why people say that.
Oliver: They don't know what else to say?
Vincent: How about 'What was she like?', 'Do you miss her?', Or 'What are you gonna do now?' Do yourself a favor: get a life. Stop living mine.