GK: Life is good. We all know that. But sometimes a guy needs to take a break. Sometimes when the supervision gets a little too intense.
SS: Would you mind not putting that right there?
GK: Putting what?
SS: That glass.
GK: What about it?
SS: I just cleaned off that counter.
GK: So?
SS: Put the glass in the sink.
GK: I will but the glass wanted to make a stop on the counter first, okay?
SS: Why?
GK: It was just an impulse. A mad impulse.
SS: I just don't like a lot of clutter.
GK: It's only one glass.
SS: There's no reason for it to be there.
GK: It's a counter. It's made of granite. It's not a Rembrandt painting.
SS: Why make such a big thing of it?
GK: Who is making a big thing of it?
SS: Put the glass in the sink.
GK: Make me.
SS: Okay, I will. (SPIN PISTOL CARTRIDGE CYLINDER) You want me to make you, I will make you.
GK: Where did you get that pistol, sweetheart?
SS: Don't "sweetheart" me ---- put the glass in the sink and while you're at it, pick up those papers of yours on the table. I've had it up to here with clutter and chaos. And put your shoes in the closet. They don't belong in the middle of the kitchen floor. You hear me?
GK: I thought we were Democrats, darling.
SS: I am. I'm also a realist. I've been asking you forever to please put your stuff where it belongs. And do you? No, you do not. Look at that. There. They've been sitting there for three months.
GK: It's a pair of cufflinks.
SS: I don't care. They don't belong there on the counter.
GK: It's only cufflinks.
SS: So put them in the cufflink drawer.
GK: Is this a reason to pull out a loaded weapon??
SS: I've asked and I've asked and I've asked and nothing happens.
GK: But it's only cufflinks.
SS: I'm not going to pick up after you. It's not part of the deal. Pick them up.
GK: You've got to be kidding.
SS: Now. Or else.
GK: Look at me. You're kidding.
(TWO GUNSHOTS)
GK: You're not kidding.
(CHORDS)
GK: It's at times like this, a man thinks about the Monastery of St. Chuck ---- all guys, no women. California. On the coast. (SFX) You go around in your robe, no need to get dressed up. You eat what you want when you want. And nobody ever says to you----
TR: Why don't we ever talk anymore?
GK: Because there's a rule of silence at St. Chuck. Except for evening prayer. It's a guys' place.
TR/GK/FN CHANT: I'm okay. I got no complaints.
Doing the best I can.
No need to get upset about it.
Live and let live.
GK: At the Monastery of St. Chuck, you just shut up and play golf. (SWING. FLIGHT OF BALL. SPLASH)
TR: Go ahead. Take another shot. (SWING, FLIGHT OF BALL) Real nice.
TR/GK/FN CHANT:
A married man shouldn't think about his mistakes
Because why do two people need to remember the same thing.