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!

Robert: What do you get?