Who makes more money?
I do!
Who enters Iron Man triathalons every year and wins?
I do!
Who secretly wishes they were married to a hot sexy lesbian?
I do!
Who makes more money?
I do!
Who enters Iron Man triathalons every year and wins?
I do!
Who secretly wishes they were married to a hot sexy lesbian?
I do!
Mace Windu and Amidala.
And Boba Fett?
They were out.
Mom.
Here's $500.
Nice khakis, Walter...
Thanks, I was experimenting...
Now, I know why they call it *Banana* Republic.
Bobbie! Bobbie... this isn't you...
That's right, Joanna! This isn't me, it's a whole new me. I'm happy, and I'm healthy, because I understand what's important in life.
Yes, your new book!
That's right! That's what's important, my new cookbook. And my husband, and my family, and making a perfect home. It's a lesson every gal needs to learn, especially you. I'm your friend, Joanna. I'm going to help you. You need me.
You stay away from me!
You are driven.
Well, sometimes...
And you're selfish! You want to rule the world! I can fix you. I can change you.
What... have... they... done... to... you?
Let's get busy!
Cupcakes anyone?
Cupcakes?! Hey, right on time. Joe, these are smokin'. [to Bobbie] Why can't you make stuff like this?
Why don't you?
Because I have a penis.
How do I look?
Can I be perfectly honest?
Mm-hmmmm.
You kind of look like Betty Crocker.
I know.
At Betty Ford.
We're trespassing!
Only if we get caught.
My real name isn't Mike, it's just a nickname from where I used to work.
Where?
Microsoft.
NASA.
Disney.
AOL.
Is that why the women are so slow?
I'm going to use a pinecone as the baby Jesus this year.
And I'm going to attach a pinecone to my vibrator and have a really Merry Christmas!
First of all, we are in the country now. So no more black.
No more black? Are you insane?
You heard me. Only high-powered, neurotic, castrating, Manhattan career bitches wear black. Is that what you want to be?
Ever since I was a little girl.
She's not a robot. She never was. I couldn't do it.
Why not?
Because she's not a science project. Because I didn't marry something from RadioShack.
That's a shame.
No, that's a man.
Hey, you guys. Which aisle is quilted paper towels? If I don't get the right kind, my wife's gonna kill me.
Oh, aisle 3 and....
No talking, keep shopping.
I asked myself, "Where would people never notice a town full of robots?" [gasps] Connecticut.
Oh, I feel like Nancy Drew in the mystery of the mid-life crisis.
Only one can survive.