"I don't know! I don't know!!" Shawn yells in a panic, running up and down and flailing wildly. He plucks the document's copy out of Gus' hands and waves it into his face. "Is this your handwriting? Tell me this isn't your handwriting!"

But of course it is Gus' handwriting. Shawn has faked it often enough to know that.

"Two million dollars! We're so screwed!" He glances over at the paper a third time. "Well, and married. Why the hell are we married!? And if we are, where the hell are our rings?" He presents his plain fingers, wriggling them expectantly. "I'd never marry you without a ring! ... Not that I would have married you with a ring! But apparently I have! Two million dollars?!"