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 | Archie, I'm sick of this! I'm your wife now, not your housekeeper! I demand that you buy me some new clothes! And when're we gonna consummate this marriage anyway? | |
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| I don't *DO* maids. So, what're you gonna do, huh, Mary? After you trick me into marriage, what do you expect? To be treated well?! Ha ha ha ha ha! Besides, it's all in the pre-nup. Didn't you bother to read it? | |
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| Well, I'll divorce you then! | |
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| Please do. The prenup allows you $2,000 a month alimony for 10 years or until you marry or until my private investigator catches you so much as dating anyone. | |
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| $2000 a month?!! That's peanuts! You're worth billions!!! | |
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| Alright, I'll up it to $2,001 and my word that I'll call off the hitman I hired and that's my final offer. | |
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