My husband!... My gigolo! That's what you are. You're a miserable parasite! You're just after my money! I was rid of you once. Why did I take you back? Why? Why?
Why did you, Nancy?
Why?... because I love you, Harry!
My husband!... My gigolo! That's what you are. You're a miserable parasite! You're just after my money! I was rid of you once. Why did I take you back? Why? Why?
Why did you, Nancy?
Why?... because I love you, Harry!
How long will the morphine be effective?
No telling with the size of her body.
I should never have agreed to go back to her once we were separated.
Why did you?
You know why. I couldn't pry a nickel out of her. That community property routine only works of women! A man hasn't got a chance!
Unless the wife dies. [He looks around in shock] I didn't say anything.
You were thinking it!
Not the same thing.
You're the deputy, do something!
I can't shoot a woman!
You're not going to use that on her, are you?
What do you want me to do, put salt on her tail?
She will tear up the whole town until she finds Harry.
And then she'll tear up Harry.
Oh, Charlie. Go get the riot gun. We're taking a ride out to the desert with Mrs. Archer.
Right. Why the heavy artillery, Chief?
We're looking for a satellite and a 30-foot giant out on 66.
A 30-foot giant? Oh, no.
Delivery Man: [at the Archer house] Four lengths of chain. Meat hooks. 40 bottles of plasma and an elephant syringe.
I know where my husband is! He's with that woman!
Ladies and gentlemen, this is KRKR-TV. And now, more news of high fliers. Nancy Archer, the former Nancy Fowler, heir to the Fowler fortune and the fabulous Star of India diamond, has joined the ever expanding international circle of satellite seers. Mrs. Archer claims not only to be seeing a sociable satellite, but also its inhabitant, a 30-foot giant. It seems that Mrs. Archer, who has been feuding with her husband, Handsome Harry, has found a man from out of this world, someone who will love her for who she is. Is he pink with big ears and tusks? Come, come, Mrs. Archer. Any man can resist a million dollars, but fifty million? That's too much to ask for, even from the man in the moon.
Now you pulled a boner tonight and you know it.
You know everyone's seeing satellites these days.
You know what our problem is? We both have the same disease: money, and happy ways of spending it.
You know, you're going to flip your lid just one time too many with me, Nancy.