An American Dream1966

Stephen Richard Rojack:
Bulletin: My wife's back from Malta. One of the first to know. She made it a point to call me personally and tell me that in Malta she shared her bed with a bald-headed middle-aged gentleman with a beard.

Arthur Kabot:
Yeah, she always was great on the details, wasn't she?

Stephen Richard Rojack:
What do you do, hmm? Whaddya' do? What the hell do ya' do?... Never marry a rich woman, Artie. There's no way to prove to the rich that you're not after their money. And how they punish you for not loving them for themselves.

Stephen Richard Rojack:
[With a sigh of resignation] Well, when your wife sends for you, you go.

Arthur Kabot:
Hey, don't go see her, Steve. Hey, let me call her and tell her you broke your leg. Send her a telegram, drop her a postcard offering appropriate reasons for absence, but don't go see her.

Stephen Richard Rojack:
No can do, Artie. It's not polite to fire your wife by mail.