so funny how you can look at an unmade convertible sofa and your whole life passes in front of you. listen to me, miss whatever your name is. norma. norma! ha ha ha ha! they're always norma. that's why i've always hated the name norma. there's something that i think you should know about me. i am not joan crawford, coming to plead with sandra dee to please leave walter pidgeon alone. i am not going to start gushing tears and saying, "oh, you're so young and pretty "and you can have any man you want, so please give me back my husband." that's not my style. i'm an old hand at this marriage business, oh, norma, you're so young and pretty. you can have any man you want. please, give me back my husband! please! please! do you know something? if you put this much emotion into your sex life, you wouldn't be losing your husband. i don't know why he-- he's not worth it. the truth is, your husband is no great shakes, anyway. oh, now, that's sick. now, that is really sick. i mean, knocking the man you share. listen, you may be a flashy blonde, brunette, and redhead... but my walter knows that