How Am I Supposed To Live Without You

Nick and Jessica have broken up.  America morns.  I am reminded of this scene from Woody Allen's Annie Hall.

ALVY

				(Continuing to walk) 
			Large vibrating egg.  Well, I ask a 
			psychopath, I get that kind of an answer.  
			Jesus, I-I, uh, here ... 
				(He moves up the sidewalk to 
				a young trendy-looking couple, 
				arms wrapped around each other) 
			You-you look like a really happy couple.  
			Uh, uh ... are you?

					YOUNG WOMAN
 			Yeah.

					ALVY
 			Yeah!  So ... so h-h-how do you account 
			for it?

					YOUNG WOMAN 
			Uh, I'm very shallow and empty and I 
			have no ideas and nothing interesting 
			to say.

					YOUNG MAN 
			And I'm exactly the same way.

					ALVY 
			I see.  Well, that's very interesting.  
			So you've managed to work out something, huh?

If trendy, good-looking, airheads can't make it, who can?