Robert: You have a good third husband, Joanne. He's a good man. Anyway, thank you for the evening. I'm glad I joined you. I was really feeling alone. A little depressed. I drank, but you really put it away tonight. Over the several times we've gotten together, I've had shameful hangovers, abominable. You made me do some permanent damage, (unable to hear: could be "what do you think of that?" or "you ever think of that?") I don't know what to think of the fact that you only drink with me. That is... not unflattering, I guess. I hope I don't depress you. We have good times, and it's a hoot. Yeah. Whatever you say. What are you looking at, Joanne? It's my charisma, huh? Well, stop looking at my charisma. Joanne: When are we going to make it? Robert: I beg your pardon? Joanne: When are we going to make it? Robert: What's wrong with now? Joanne: There's my place. It's free tomorrow, after two. Larry goes to his gym, then right to the office. Don't talk. Don't do your folksy routine with me. You're a terribly attractive man, the kind of man most women want, but never seem to get. I'll take care of you. Robert: Who will I take care of? Joanne: Well, did you hear yourself? Did you hear what you just said, kiddo? Robert: I didn't mean that. Joanne: I just heard a door open that's been stuck for a long time. Robert: Like I had a l-- Larry: The check is paid. What's wrong? Robert: Because I have looked at that. Marriage isn't all that, and what do you get for it? What do you get? Larry: What happened? Joanne: I just did someone a big favor. Come on Larry, let's go home. Robert: What do you get? Friends: Bobby... etc. Robert: STOOOOOOOOOP!