That elbow jab, coupled with the waggled eyebrows, earns Stan an embarrassed groan as Ford puts his face to his hand and drops his head back against the wall behind them.

"Stanley, we're in public."

Nevermind that the diner is pretty much empty, except for them. The point still stands - except not really, Ford just doesn't wanna talk about the spectacular mess of half-baked misadventures that make up his personal life.

Sure, he'll tell Stan all about the demons and the world-ending mistakes, but god help him if he has to tell him about his utter lack of experience in this particular area too, he's going to strongly consider learning how to spontaneously combust at will.