Good Advice

I told you, no investments. We're ruined! Ruined! Bye-bye, designer clothes. Now, I'll have to shop on Canal street. Bye-bye to our vacation. You promised me you would take me to Egypt
to see that giant sphincter. What about our mortgage, huh? Bye-bye, doorman, co-op. We'll end up living in a refrigerator carton, wearing kleenex boxes for bedroom slippers, and snatching pigeons for a little protein, praying for rain so we can shower! And if you think I'm selling my jewelry, you've got another thing coming. And let me tell you something else, «Mr. best friend»! I hope you have the numbers of some very good hookers, because my legs are shut. Do you hear me?! Welded.