Adam: You broke your husband.
Beverly: And Mama's comin' for you next!
Adam: Please! I need this!
Beverly: No. Marjorie Shenkman's lawn guy's nephew went out for off-campus lunch one time, flipped his Saab, and skimmed the top of his head off. Now when he goes to cocktail parties, people try to put their drinks on his head, like he's an end table.
Adam: There is no flat-skulled man with a whiskey sour on his dome!
Beverly: He had to get a job as Frankenstein at that theme restaurant where they salute old horror movies. More drinks on the noggin.
Adam: Just let me drive.
Beverly: He tried to cover it with a toupee, but it didn't sit right. It looked like an area rug sitting on top of a Rubik's Cube.
Adam: You're exhausting!
Beverly: W... I'm just trying to keep my perfectly round-headed schmoopie safe!