Hello. Is your name Harper? Yes. Then this is for you. Oh! Why'd you do that? Why did you sleep with my wife? Charlie! Busy! I don't care. Open the door. I've got company. I know. And her husband's downstairs. Really? You're married? Yeah. I'm not in. You have to come downstairs and deal with him. No, I Don't. Yes, you do. I disagree. It's not up for debate. He knows you're up here. Oh, man, I hate when this happens. This happens a lot? Not a lot, but enough to be a drag. Charlie! Are you coming back to bed? Yes. Yes? No. Yes. There's an angry husband in your living room. How angry? Is he Packing. What? Does he have a weapon? He has a stick. That's not good. I could lose an eye. Charlie. Fine. I'll wrap it up here. Give me 20 minutes. Oh, no. I have a better idea. Wrap it up now. Ten minutes? Now! We got five minutes. Okay. You want to talk this out like gentlemen or you- Oh, you might have mentioned he fought at the Alamo. No offense. None taken. Ow! Does that make us even? You tell me. Okay. One more. Ow!. How about that? He poked you. You poked him. Berta. What How often do you see that kind of symmetry in life? Hey. Hello. Were you just up in Uncle Charlie's room? Yeah. Did you see my Gameboy? No. Did you see my husband? The old guy? Yeah, he's in the kitchen. Thanks. She wasn't wearing a ring, and there was no mention of a husband. Is that supposed to cheer me up? No, no, no. I just wanted you to know. Now I get it. You're a nice guy, and I married a skeevy tramp. No, no, no. I mean, I am a nice guy, but I'm sure Annette is a lovely woman. Her name is Natalie. Really? Are you sure? Yes, I'm sure. Because I've been yelling Annette all night. Her name is Natalie. Well, then, maybe this is all just a huge misunderstanding. And I've been upstairs doing someone else's wife. Five-foot six, long brown hair, butterfly tattoo on her left hip. Left hip, huh? Whoa, hold on now. A lot of women have butterfly tattoos, but the one I slept with also had a little beauty mark in a certain intimate place. I'm not here to claim a lost wallet. Okay. Let's just assume it's her. Again, I am really sorry. It's my own fault anyway. I should've realized back when I married her, a man my age couldn't satisfy a woman that young. If it makes you feel any better, I couldn't ring her bell either. You don't know me, but there are certain things I don't kid about. So it's not just me. That's a relief. Tell me about it. I was killing myself. So anyway. Are we okay? You mean, aside from the fact that you just rolled off my wife? Oh, yeah. We're aces. Good. Thank you. Hello? Anybody home? Hello? Oh. Hello. Who are you? Norman. Oh, hello, Norman. I'm Evelyn. Is that your magnificent Rolls-Royce out in the drive? Why, yes, it is. Are you a friend of Charlie's? No, but my wife is. Did my son polish your trophy wife? Well, you seem like a very intelligent man. I assume you had an airtight prenup. Bullet proof. You know what, Norman? You look a lot like my fifth husband. Really? How many times you've been married? Four.
