Harry: Gloria, go get me a beer!Harry: What's takin' you so long in there?! I don't see no beer in my hand. Do you see a beer in my hand? My hand wants that beer, Glor! It's gettin' antsy. My hand's itchin' for that beer we discussed, Glor.[Harry suddenly bleeds sauce out of his hand]Harry: The hell? It's makin' sauce, Glor.Gloria: Here's your damn beer.Harry: Don't bring me a beer right now, woman! My hand's making sauce.Gloria: The hell's comin' outta there?Harry: My mom's famous boogigabatch sauce.Gloria: And you're makin' a mess all over the floor, Harry.Harry: Glor, you know how good my mom's secret goojedubatchi sauce is? We're gonna be rich.Gloria: Ah, geez. Is another money-grubbin' scheme?Harry: Just taste it. [Gloria tastes Harry's Mom sauce]Gloria: Oh, my God. It's the most incredible thing I've ever known. It can't be comin' from you. It's better than you.Harry: Do you see it coming out of there?Gloria: Yeah. From your hand there.Harry: So I am makin' it, see? Now go get the money bucket.Gloria: You gonna let me touch the money bucket? Ooh la la! Chu-cha-cha!Harry: You catch it in the bucket, sell it in town, we're in the gravy, baby. You married right, I tell ya.Gloria: I'm gonna call my mother an' tell her. She always said you'd never amount to nothing.Harry: Don't call her now! Handle it first.Gloria: This is my chance to patch things up with my ma. Now that I'm finally proud of ya.Harry: Glor, all this sauce is gettin' wasted, ya ding-dong!Gloria: You know what? Mother was right about you. All ya ever do is sit on yer ass gushin' sauce out of ya hand.Harry: Glor, the bucket. Please.Gloria: Hello? Yeah. Hey, Ma. I was just callin' to say you were right about the bum.Harry: Come on, Gloria.Gloria: Get it yourself! I'm on the phone, Harry.Harry: You know I don't like to get outta my chair. Money's dumpin here. C'mon.Gloria: You don't have control over me no more, Harry. I'm a wealthy woman now. I'm through with you.Harry: Please tell me you're gettin' the bucket. Or at least a beer?Gloria: I'm leavin' you, Harry. I'm gonna travel the world with my big riches.Harry: And where'd you get them riches?Gloria: I happen to be partner in a very lucrative new sauce organization of some kind. So long![Gloria trips on the rug to the table and can't move]Harry: Gloria! Baby! Are you okay?Gloria: Harry, Harry...I'm not gonna make it.Harry: Oh, God! I wish I could save you, but I-I don't like to get outta my chair.Gloria: At least I'm gonna die a wealthy woman. Finally I can afford to be sorry, Harry. Sorry I got so selfish after I got rich. Maybe that's the secret that the secret sauce was trying to teach us...that love is a...[Gloria drowns to death from sauce when Harry's hand stops bleeding]

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