Mare: I gotta get my shit together, Richard. I can't do this.
Richard: I tell you what. How about when you feel ready, if you feel ready, you give me a call and ask me out, OK?
Mare: How do I know you won't be spoken for by then?
Richard: Well, you don't. But you know, I'm 52 years old and I'm livin' in Easttown, so I'd say your odds are pretty good.