you know whyeverybody's dressed up? if you ain'tgot tickets, it's foryour funeral. where arethe opera tickets that you weresupposed to pick up? maybe the box office still has tickets. don't look at me. you messed up. it's your fault. i reminded you50 times to getthose tickets! right. you should have lumped all that nagging time together i asked about our chances of getting in tonight. and? they're sold out. good. now i'm off the hook. wait. since we're all dressed up, let's go have dinner. it'll be my treat. why aren't youmore thoughtful? why aren'tyou more like tom? my skin can only stretch so far. you always makefun of mr. willis. he neverinsults you, though he'sprobably tempted. well, that's right. for instance, uh... what would i be tempted to say? well, you could...excuse me. no wonder you don't like opera. it goes over your head. but then again, what doesn't? oh, was i temptedto say that, when you forgot the tickets, he could have said, "why didn't you find a scalper? oops, you did." i was dying to saythat, but i didn't. he could have mentioned your big mouth.