Momnesia

Fire Hazard

We're lying in bed - do we ever leave? - and Scott is smoking. Smoking! My eyes are closed, but I can smell it.

Me (without opening my eyes): You're going to burn down my apartment.
Scott (exasperated): No, I'm not.
Ash falls onto the bed. Scott ("Oh, shit.") frantically brushes it off the sheet.
Me: I think I need to get renter's insurance.
Scott: You don't need renter's insurance.
Me: You're going to burn my apartment down.
Scott: Besides, I'm going to quit these things.
Me: Before or after you burn down my apartment?
Scott (chuckling): Before.

So you are going to burn down my apartment?