Narrator: George Sr. had been meeting with Lucille on a weekly basis at her new home under the pretense of working on their divorce.
George Sr.: You look nice.
Lucille: Stop trying to butter me up. Let's just get this divorce agreed to so you can get out of here. [door closes] Oh, God. It's almost like adultery this way.
George Sr.: Good, I like that. My wife doesn't understand me.
Lucille: My angel. [gasps and moans] Oh! I haven't had an orgasm outside of my bathtub in 30 years.
George Sr.: How's that?