Did you drop off the dry cleaning I left by the back door?

That was dry cleaning?

I thought you were throwing that stuff out.

You threw out my clothes?

Oh, don't be ridiculous, I gave them to my sister's husband, Earl.

You gave three cashmere sweaters and a brand new sport coat to your brother-in-law?

Why shouldn't he have nice things?

He's paid his debt to society.

You're gonna have to get them back.

I wish I could, but Earl's got one withered arm...

...and he had all the left sleeves hemmed.

Those were expensive clothes, Berta.

Wanna take it out in trade, stud?

Because this back brace snaps off with the flick of a wrist.

Okay, okay, that's the last straw.

You have abused my good nature for too long, and I am putting my foot down.

Uh-huh. You let me know how that works out.

Well, I guess we know who's in charge around here.

If I want your opinion, I'll ask your ex-wife.

Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah? Well, if I want your opinion...

...I'll ask one of the dozens of women you have meaningless casual sex with.

Oh, ouch.