Stan: That must be my socks and underwear coming back from the laundry. That is one of the biggest drawbacks of being without a wife. [opens door] Chrissy?
Dorothy: Chrissy!
Chrissy: I had to talk to you, Big Stan. Why didn't you return my phone calls?
Stan: I- There's nothing to talk about, Chrissy.
Dorothy: Big Stan?
Chrissy: Who's she?
Stan: Oh, sorry. This is my ex-wife, Dorothy. Dorothy, this is my soon-to-be ex-wife, Chrissy.
Chrissy: Hi. I want you back, Stick Man. I need you back. I was so wrong to think I'd be happier with Jean Paul. I realize that now. I can't spend another night without you in that big, empty, Ionely, solar-heated waterbed.
Dorothy: No need to say a word. I understand. [passes Chrissy a drink] Here you go, honey.
Stan: Dorothy, wait. Chrissy, there is nothing to discuss.
Dorothy: Oh, but Stick Man, I mean, the girl flew all the way from Maui.
Chrissy: Oh, that's all right. I'm a stewardess. I fly for free.
Dorothy: I know, but the thought should count for something.