The Secret of My Succe$s1987

[after sex]

Brantley Foster:
Can I make a personal observation?

Vera Prescott:
Um, anything but the thighs.

Brantley Foster:
You know, somebody sold you a bill of goods and convinced you you had to be 21 forever. That's bullshit. I think you're terrific; I think the only thing wrong with you is your husband is a jerk. You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're sensuous...

Vera Prescott:
Say that again!

Brantley Foster:
Which part?

Vera Prescott:
All of it!

[sounds of car]

Vera Prescott:
Oh, no.

Brantley Foster:
What, what is it?

Vera Prescott:
It's the jerk.

[Brantley rushes to the window]

Vera Prescott:
My husband.

Brantley Foster:
My uncle!

Vera Prescott:
Your what?

Brantley Foster:
Oh God, that makes you...

Vera Prescott:
Auntie Vera?

Brantley Foster:
Oh! God!

[Vera laughs]

Brantley Foster:
Oh God, oh God, oh God! What's my mother going to say? I've disgraced my whole family!

Vera Prescott:
Oh, the hell you did!