How to Murder Your Wife1965

Stanley Ford:
Here you are in the prime of life. A handsome figure of a man, successful in business, adored by one and all. In fact, it could be said that you had it made, except for the one thing.

Harold Lampson:
I'm a lousy lawyer, huh?

Stanley Ford:
[scoffs] No, you're married.

Harold Lampson:
Yeah, but being married is the normal way to live. Isn't it?

Stanley Ford:
Who says so?

Harold Lampson:
Edna?

Stanley Ford:
Oh Harold, I think you've been brainwashed. You're missing a very important point: marriage is not a basic fact of nature, it's an invention. It's like the infield fly rule; it exists only because the women say so and like idiots we just go following right along.

Harold Lampson:
Uh...no, no, no, uh, Stan, I don't know what I would do without Edna. She...she...she plans the meals, sends my shirts to the laundry...

Stanley Ford:
[interrupting] Harold, you're making another basic common masculine mistake: you're confusing love and laundry.

Harold Lampson:
[rubbing the side of his face] Love and laundry, ay?