George: Look at that. They got lobster on the menu. Who would order a lobster here. I mean, do they bring a lobster in everyday hoping *todays* the day.
Estelle: So what if they have a lobster. Suddenly you’re a shell-fish connoisseur.
George: You know, I think we really need to be in front of a television set. You take T.V. out of this relationship, it is *just* torture.
Estelle: So, I’m getting an eye job.
RIP Estelle. Don’t make my cry.
RIP.