Penelope: okay
Penelope: well, but isnt love also being with someone like Paige and whats-his-face are? how can love being with someone and being alone?
Penelope has bamboozled Shrignold by questioning everything Shrignold knows about "love"
let me explain:
Shrignold was taght the story of the ugly guy who died alone in a cave, and Malcolm says thats what "love" is
yet Shrignold knows that Paige and whoever being married is love
so Penelope asked witch one is real love
Penelope: go ahead and think about that for a moment Shrignold
Penelope: but dont different types have to be simmalair Shrignold?
Penelope: and these are opposites, so they cant be the same thing Shrignold
Penelope: one of them has to be fake
Penelope: why dont you get my phone so we can both see witch one is real love, and witch one is a trap so Malcolm can be a murderous abusive fucker to you?