“Well, Al,” he said, “it turns out that my darling wife has only taken off with the Pilates instructor. A she. And twice the man I’ll ever be.” “You should never have married an actress, darling.” “So you’ve been saying this last fourteen years, Mother.” “Marry the shop girl,” she said. “Marry the factory line. Marry the barmaid. MARRY THE WHORE! But never, never marry the actress, Tony.” “Well, it’s a little late for it, Mother.”
