hours. He's into private instruction.
Very private.
I'm sorry.
All day, he works on starlets
with little Barbie-doll hard bodies.
Why should he want to
come home to this?
I would come home.
No, you should see these girls. All
they do is eat kelp and drink spritzers.
And here I am
with my cigarette and my drink.
I can't help it if I like a shot
of tequila once in a while.
I like actual food, not fiber.
Fuck fiber. I want grease, red meat.
I got pork chops hidden in the freezer.
And my husband's in the perfect-body
business. It's like a joke.
- Maybe he likes you the way you are.
- Yeah, right.
Wanna see what he got me
for my birthday?
Is that, like, a hint or what?
Well, I don't think that was a hint.
- Okay, smile.
- Oh, no. Please. Please.
National Cellulite Contest
isn't until next week, okay?
That's good.
Smile. Oh, so sexy.
- Yes. And how foolish-
- Great.
Okay, relax and releasing
into the photo experience.
And breathe and say yes
to the photo experience.
Don't make me look vulnerable.
Forbidden quality.
Certain dignity. Anything?
- A pastrami burrito, nachos alfredo-
- Hey!
A Diet Coke.
Randy Bodek?
You been messing with my wife?
Multiple fractures,
internal hemorrhaging.
- We need immediate x-rays.
- It's too late for that!
We've got to open him right up.
Whatever you say, Dr. Palmer.
- Dr. Palmer. Dr. Reed Palmer?
- That's right, Randy.
I believe you know my wife.
No anesthetic!
- We need 12 units of BHT.
- And we need a bucket for the blood.
- All right, flash cards, everybody.
- Flash cards in place.
- Hello?
- Hi, honey!
Joe.
- Is it raining?
- Yeah, we got a shower going here.
Joe, who was that?
- Think you could foot the bill?
- He couldn't handle the two of us.
Oh, just a couple of hookers.
Look, I don't know what time-
Well, I can't find anything
physically wrong.
Joyce, I'm not making this up.
I have pains in my chest.
I know you're not making this up.
I think it's caused from stress.
Have you been upset or had
emotional problems lately?
I can't believe it, right before
our 20th anniversary.
How am I going to get through
that party when I know?
And it isn't just his secretary.
This time, he admitted
he was with hookers.
And I swear, the son of a bitch
called from a shower stall.
Well, at least my husband has
the brains to invent some excuse.
I mean, we had
our ups and downs...
...just like everybody else.
But we were happy.
I know we were.
How about sexually?
Great. Great, you know,
until recently.
Oh, God, it's all my fault.
That your husband is having affairs?
Diane.
Joyce!
What am I gonna do?
I know what you're going through.
Believe me,
I know what you're going through.
What is that? A prescription?
Kind of.
Penny for them?
Nothing.
- I've been having nightmares.
- About what?
- Husbands.
- Me too.
No. I mean, like,
maybe I shouldn't be doing this.
Randy.
- Nobody's going to find out.
- Yeah, well.
- You parked in the back, right?
- Yeah.
Besides, Harry never comes home.
He's downtown all day. Every day.
Kyoko?
God, it's Harry!
Pumpkin!
Where you at?
- Harry.
- I don't believe it.
I got 1000 crates of those
talking robots, sitting on the dock!
I just find out I lost a week
on the warehouse.
Oh, no.
City forgot to inform us...
...there's a little water main that
goes right through my goddamn lot.
- I'm so sorry.
- That doesn't help.
I'll get you something to eat.
Are you hungry?
Wish I could take a bath
in the middle of the afternoon.
Harry.
Harry.
I know something's wrong.
You've been acting strange for weeks.
You've been too freaking cheerful.
I always use rose petals in my bath.
Since when?
Harry.
Let me fix you a drink.
Intruder! Intruder!
Trespasser! Trespasser!
Bad boy! Bad boy!
Very bad! Very bad boy!
I'm pissed on you!
Pissed on you, boy!
Hey, is somebody up there?
Of course not.
Don't you want your gin and tonic?
Harry.
Baby, baby, baby. What's