How to Commit Marriage1969

Oliver Poe:
[spots the recently divorced Benson's with their respective dates, at his standing room only nightclub, dressed like hippies] Well, look who just came in... split-city. I think I'll go over and deflate some egos.

Laverne Baker:
Now, Oliver, don't cause any trouble.

Oliver Poe:
[with glee] Me? Trouble? Preposterous!

Oliver Poe:
[walks over to Benson's table] Who are you supposed to be, Sabu's mother?

Frank Benson:
Look Flabberino, why don't you leave and make room for like six more tables?

Oliver Poe:
Sold any mud, lately? Well, well, well. One big happy family. I don't get it.

[points to the ex-Mrs. Benson]

Oliver Poe:
You're with him.

[points to Lois' breasts]

Oliver Poe:
And he's with those... I mean, her.

Frank Benson:
Back up Moby Dick, how would you like your flab parted in the front, too.

Oliver Poe:
I'm getting out of here before I punch a senior citizen in the snoot.