[Scrad is bouncing slightly with nervous energy. Charlie is not. Scrad's face is grim.]

You know what, Kay? We're sorry. What do you have to say to that?

[Charlie whips around to face his twin.]

We are? I mean, well, yeah we are.

[Scrad nods.]

We're sorry for everything we did. We're sorry about Ben, and Jay's back and, uh, your daughter.

[Charlie repeats.]

We're sorry about your daughter.

[They're both sounding pretty earnest about now.]