"Yeah, well. I must've skipped class that day."

Phil stops. He... thinks, tries to find what other angle Ossie must be getting at, but he is in fact still running on remarkably little sleep and a lot of stress and fumes, and he can't seem to come up with anything that he hasn't repeated to himself a hundred times already.

"I, uh, I assumed so?" Wait uh. "I mean I just--I didn't want me to do that. No, Rita had some flings just for fun with pretty people before she married me, and that was fine, but I. I couldn't let myself do that. That's what I did before."