Honestly, you think you know someone—you've known them all your life; you camped in the back garden with them as a kid; you shared a pram with them; hell, you've shared Jacuzzis with them; you wouldn't hesitate taking a bullet for them—and then something like this happens:
Carolyn: ...You'll become one of those Grumpy Old Men next!
Richard: Actually, I already am one! Haven't you seen my list?
Carolyn: Is that list in any order? And what's wrong with Phil Collins - I LIKE Phil Collins - actually I'm sure I used to fancy him!
Not like this, Carolyn. Not like this!