Ken : Hey, Terry.
Terry: Oh. Hi, Ken. What's up?
Ken : Can we talk frank?
Listen up. We have a problem.
I think my girlfriend is in love with your husband.
And I wouldn't be surprised if the feeling was mutual.
Terry: How long has this been going on?
Ken : I don't know. A couple of months.
I see them together all the time.
Laughing, talking .. all the stuff she never does with me.
Terry: You know. I knew something was up.
She couldn't keep her eyes off him at those acafella clown shows.
Ken : Listen, has Will ever mentioned it to you?
Terry: Oh, no, but he's too smart for that.
I mean, just barely, but still.
Oh, Ken I got to be honest with you.
I only took this job so that I could keep an eye on him.
We've got to put a stop to this so that I can get out of here.
See. I'm not built to work five days a week.
Ken : Well, I've been thinking...
Maybe that if you and I started seeing each other on the side.
it might kind of cancel their thing out.
Terry: Are you two still having sex?
Because you know when that stops, something is up.
Ken : We actually haven't, um... had sex yet.
She doesn't like to be touched, ... by me.
God, I love her so much.
Terry: Oh, uh... okay.
It's okay.
There, there.
Ken : Look at the two of us.
You're pregnant, and me with psoriasisoh.
And one testicle that won't descend.
I don't know who to feel more sorry for.
Terry: Okay. That's enough. You know what? You gotta stop being such a baby.
I cannot fix this unless you are willing to man up.
Ken : Okay, I'm sorry.
Terry: Here's what you're gonna do.
You're going straight to the nearest department store to buy her an engagement ring.
Then you're going to get down on one knee. And you're going to ask that doeeyed little
harlot to marry you.
Ken : No. I can't do that. What if she says no? It might kill me.
Terry: Take two of these. Then nothing can stop you.