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  • Stan: I had an affair. She didn't mean a thing to me. She was a waitress in a little Greek diner on the way to work. Every morning, I come in, she puts some rolls on the table and say 'Can I butter your buns, Stan?'. One morning she said it, there were no rolls on the table! Dorothy, forgive me.
  • Dorothy: Forgive you? I'm sitting at home, with two screaming kids, praying that you would make enough to put food on the table, while you're busy planting your flag on Mount Olympus.

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