the zipper.
I don't believe this.
Good God! What kind
of a professional lover are you?
Just- Just take your clothes off.
- Are you crazy? People can see!
- Fine. I want them to.
Look, if something's bothering you,
maybe this isn't the best time.
If something's bothering me?
Of course something's bothering me!
- Do you know what this is?
- Looks-
Wrong! It's my husband's beeper.
Have you heard of him?
Dr. Reed Palmer?
I thought the son of a bitch was a saint
with all his late-night emergency calls.
I found out he's been screwing some
nympho RN on the graveyard shift!
Hey, hey, come on. Calm down.
You know, two can play at this game.
- You wait till I tell my husband.
- Your husband?
- Come on.
- You can't do it.
Oh, God.
- Is this okay?
- Oh, good. It's really good.
- Oh, it feels weird.
- Doesn't feel weird to me.
- You sure?
- You're great at this.
Thanks.
- Joyce?
- Yes?
Now, how did you get my number?
- Oh, at my salon, why?
- Your sal-?
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
I'm a little rusty myself.
- You really like dancing to this stuff?
- Yeah, sure. A lot of women do.
You know, if you learned, I bet
your clients would really appreciate it.
You know, Reed hasn't
taken me dancing-
Since we were in med school.
I know this is probably
against your professional code...
...but can I ask
a personal question?
Sure.
It's just that this isn't
what I imagined.
I was angry, and I wanted
to get back at my husband.
And I guess I kind of expected
a sort of:
"Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am."
- But you're not like that at all.
- No.
Hey, I'm having a great time!
You're worth every penny.
Honey!
I'm home!
We really need to talk, son.
Hi, sweetheart.
Honey, I got you some flowers,
and I just thought we could talk-
Two, three, four.
Six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four.
Five, six, seven.
Hey, son!
Thought you might want to check out
the annual football issue.
Look, smell.
No, smell it.
It's got a nice smell to it.
I kind of like it.
Hey, catch!
Hey, you still got it.
Sad.
Really, very sad.
Jen? Yeah.
Well, I've been doing a lot of thinking
about what you said back at school.
About how I don't know how
to treat a woman.
Well...
...you're right.
But I am working on it.
Okay, I got it.
Oh, man!
Excuse me.
So how have you been?
It's good to see you. Okay...
Sorry.
Excuse me.
This is the best part right here.
Get ready for this.
I tried EST,
and I shared all that I could.
Then I bought the crystals.
Finally, I tried channeling,
so I find out who I am 1000 years ago.
But I need to know who I am today.
And don't forget to order
extra anchovy.
Please think about coming over
to my parents'...
...for the anniversary next week.
Come on.
At least pick up the phone.
Okay.
But I still love you.
Bye-bye.
So how are we doing?
Well, less expenses, which is...
- ...$6879.32.
- Hey, that's not bad.
It's gonna get a lot better too.
We now take all major credit cards.
- What?
- Oh, come on.
These women haven't touched cash
in years.
Now they don't have to go to the bank
or explain mysterious withdrawals.
There'll be a record.
Charged to Seсor Pizza.
The bridge club ordered in.
- I don't like it.
- I do the books at the store.
Who's gonna know?
Hold on, let me just get-
Looks good.
Stop it.
Don't stop.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Seсor Pizza, with extra anchovies.
Great. Right here is fine.
Right here?
Well, sure.
Leslie! Julie!
Come on, kids! Pizza's here.
Get the extra anchovies, Mom?
Well, I sure did. Come on.
So you did these, huh?
- What are they, mountains?
- Anatomical landscapes.
That one's a shoulder.
That one is a neck.
That's a bicep,
the one with the egg there.
Another shoulder.
- So these are all parts of a guy?
- They're my husband.
He's a bodybuilder.
Mr. California Olympian '84.
So does he still look like that?
No. He's much bigger now.
Look, maybe I shouldn't be here.
Don't worry. He won't be home
for