“Elizabeth #1: What do I hope will happen? 
Husband: I hope I win the fucking lottery. 
Elizabeth #1: That’s not practical because I’ve never bought a lottery ticket. 
Husband: Well, I do. 
Elizabeth #1: I hope we’re going to live and work in the same town some day. 
Husband: Oh, that would be good. Because she works in California and I work in New York. 
Elizabeth #1: And we’ve been married for fifteen years, so figure that out. So yeah, I hope we live in the same town. 
Elizabeth #2: It will. It will happen. Sometime in the next decade. 
Elizabeth #1: I can’t keep it up much longer. Two years. Next two years.
Husband: I want the lottery. 
Elizabeth #2: My hope is I’m ready for the sunshine. I’m ready for warm weather and sunshine. Enough snow.”