“Why can’t you be with your wife the way you are with your girlfriends?” “Different breed, my friend,” Sherm said. “Different species entirely.” “Maybe we should marry the girlfriends.” “I tried it,” Sherm says. “Twice.” “And?” “And they turn into wives,” Sherm said. “It starts to happen when they’re planning the wedding, this metamorphosis from sex kitten to house cat. It doesn’t work. You don’t believe me, ask my lawyer.” “You are a lawyer.” “Ask my divorce lawyer,” Sherm said. “Tell him I sent you—he has a boat named after me.”
