Marie: Well, Ilene, I'm glad to hear that romance isn't dead. I remember when my husband was romantic. Everyday when Joe came home from the slaughterhouse, he'd bring me a heart-shaped hamburger patty.
Ilene: Really?
Jill: Tim is at his most romantic during the dollar-day sale at Sears. All I gotta do is wear a negligee and hold up a tool catalog.
Ilene: I can't imagine Al ever losing his flair for romance.
Marie: That's because you're still at the stage where he's serenading you with violins at dinner. In six months, the only serenading you're gonna hear is his burping on the way to the bathroom.
Jill: Yeah, and once inside, there's a serenade you really don't wanna hear.