Did you drop off the dry cleaning
I left by the back door?
That was dry cleaning?
I thought you were throwing
that stuff out.
You threw out my clothes?
Oh, don't be ridiculous,
I gave them to my sister's husband, Earl.
You gave three cashmere sweaters and
a brand new sport coat to your brother-in-law?
Why shouldn't he have nice things?
He's paid his debt to society.
You're gonna have to get them back.
I wish I could, but Earl's got
one withered arm...
...and he had all
the left sleeves hemmed.
Those were expensive clothes, Berta.
Wanna take it out in trade, stud?
Because this back brace snaps off
with the flick of a wrist.
Okay, okay, that's the last straw.
You have abused my good nature for too
long, and I am putting my foot down.
Uh-huh. You let me know
how that works out.
Well, I guess we know
who's in charge around here.
If I want your opinion,
I'll ask your ex-wife.
Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?
Well, if I want your opinion...
...I'll ask one of the dozens of women
you have meaningless casual sex with.