[...] Rhonda: HARRY . . . HARRY . . . hey! HARRY! Fucking wor-r-r-mmmmmmmmmm! I want a DIVORCE, HARRY! Harry: Not now, dearest, PLEASE! This is serious! Little MAMMY, what'll it be? Hips or lips? Rhonda: You're a wor-r-r-r-mmmmmmm! A fucking WOR-R-R-R-M-M-M-M-MMMMMMMMMMM!...