Jack: Eh, marriage has its ups and downs. One day you're madly in love, the next day you're fishing your clothes out of the bird bath and sleeping in the backseat of your Buick Skylark.
Mike: Well, I'm sure things will work out.
Carl: Better than they did for poor Tony. I'd rather have to fight some crow for my undies instead of getting donut-holed by some crazy b*tch with a shotgun.
Jack: Ain't that the truth. Poor bastard never saw it coming.
Mike: How could he? He was laying on the neighbor lady.