The Secret of My Success

[after sex]

Brantley Foster: Can I make a personal observation?

Vera Prescott: Um, anything but the thighs.

Brantley Foster: You know, somebody sold you a bill of goods and convinced you you had to be 21 forever. That's bullshit. I think you're terrific; I think the only thing wrong with you is your husband is a jerk. You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're sensuous...

Vera Prescott: Say that again!

Brantley Foster: Which part?

Vera Prescott: All of it!

[sounds of car]

Vera Prescott: Oh, no.

Brantley Foster: What, what is it?

Vera Prescott: It's the jerk.

[Brantley rushes to the window]

Vera Prescott: My husband.

Brantley Foster: My uncle!

Vera Prescott: Your what?

Brantley Foster: Oh God, that makes you...

Vera Prescott: Auntie Vera?

Brantley Foster: Oh! God!

[Vera laughs]

Brantley Foster: Oh God, oh God, oh God! What's my mother going to say? I've disgraced my whole family!

Vera Prescott: Oh, the hell you did!