oh, shut up, everhardt! what kind of drugstore lawyer are you anyway? you should've done all this in your stuffy, old office! maude, please! as shakespeare said, "when anger comes in the door, reason flies out the window." yeah, shakespeare also said, "kill the lawyers." and as for you, mr. "swiss bank account," i had hopes that these clothes would never leave this house, but... now i can't wait to get them and you out of here! what do you say we resume monday at my office? oh, yes, fine. 10:00 be all right? yes, that sounds fine. you know... i think we've made some progress, don't you? everything'll be okay. yes. john and i may have our differences, but we'll work things out. what kind of mileage do you get on that rolls? ten to one, will rogers never met a lawyer. don't blame them, maude. it's you! me? yeah. you loused up what could've been a fun evening! that's fine, walter. blame me! if i'd known you were gonna be this ugly in divorce, i never would've married you in the first place! and get your hands off my album! you want these dumb pictures that