Especially if the third of three is me.
Sweeties, I send my laundry out to a dry cleaner. And I love divorcees.
No more ironing sheets. No more stupid stupid husbands, Dandrews, separated power couples... I get it.
Let's light a fire, open a bottle from that case of chardonnay, and see how comfortable we get.
(The above from the future real life ep in which I meet them both at TARCON.)
