Stan: How can I explain it? When I sat behind the wheel, people noticed me. People paid attention. That car was a chick magnet.
Dorothy: That is it, Stanley. That's it. Get out. Get out of my house. Get out of my life.
Stan: Dorothy, what about the audit? We can get into a lot of trouble here. We could even wind up in jail.
Dorothy: Good, good. I want you to go to jail. And I want a big bald convict named Bubba to pick you for his girlfriend.