[she doesn't get it, either. it seems a little ridiculous to her]

Six whole years! I better not be here six sprocking years from now. I'll go insane. And I don't know, I guess I'll just turn into a popsicle. And, okay?

[her curiosity turns into delight when he unearths the wine bottle and the two wine glasses and she gives him a gleeful smile]

Thank you, you're the best!