Robert: You have a good third husband, Joanne.
 He's a good man.
Anyway, thank you for the evening.
I'm glad I joined you.
I was really feeling alone.
 A little depressed.
I drank, but you really put it away tonight.
Over the several times we've gotten together,
 I've had shameful hangovers, abominable.
You made me do some permanent damage, (unable to hear: could be "what do you think of that?" or "you ever think of that?")
I don't know what to think of the fact that you only drink with me.
That is... not unflattering, I guess.
I hope I don't depress you.
We have good times, and it's a hoot. Yeah.
Whatever you say.
What are you looking at, Joanne?
It's my charisma, huh? Well, stop looking at my charisma.
Joanne: When are we going to make it?
Robert: I beg your pardon?
Joanne: When are we going to make it?
Robert: What's wrong with now?
Joanne: There's my place. It's free tomorrow, after two.
Larry goes to his gym, then right to the office. Don't talk.
Don't do your folksy routine with me.
You're a terribly attractive man, the kind of man most women want, but never seem to get.
I'll take care of you.
Robert: Who will I take care of?
Joanne: Well, did you hear yourself? Did you hear what you just said, kiddo?
Robert: I didn't mean that.
Joanne: I just heard a door open that's been stuck for a long time.
Robert: Like I had a l--
Larry: The check is paid. What's wrong?
Robert: Because I have looked at that. Marriage isn't all that, and what do you get for it? What do you get?
Larry: What happened?
Joanne: I just did someone a big favor. Come on Larry, let's go home.
Robert: What do you get?
Friends: Bobby... etc.
Robert: STOOOOOOOOOP!
Robert: What do you get?