Hey Ethel, don't you think it's time we got ourselves educated and found real jobs?

Like Fred?

THEY BOTH BELLY LAUGH.

No, I'm serious, Ethel. I mean, why don't we go out and train to be, ah, oh, I don't know, ah, pharmacists or something.

Pharmacists! We don't know squat about handing out medicine.

Of course we don't, now! That's why we need to get trained on how to do it. Will you do it with me?

No. I'd rather just go from day to day, dealing with whatever life gives me. I'm happy doing that. Really.

Well, if you're happy being married to a man old enough to be your grandfather whose only ambition is to relive his Vaudeville days, then you just keep right on truckin'. I'm getting myself some training so I can dispense medicine!

What's this facination with handing out medicine, anyway? Since when have you like doing that?

Since I found out that they rake in some pretty heavy cake doing it!

How heavy are we talking?

Let's just say that you could not only visit that dress store around the corner, you could own it!

Oh yeah? How long would that take?

Oh, I'd say about 5 or 6 years.

Five or six years?! I thought you would say five or six days. Forget it!

Ethel, you are a loser.

Hey, I may be a loser, but I'm a content loser. That's got to be worth something!

You might be right.