Somewhere in America, a front door swings open, and the following conversation takes place:
"Hey...what're you doing here? I thought I told you we were through! I thought I told you to get out and never come back!!"
"Baby, listen. I know what you said, about how I'm unfaithful and scared of commitment and I don't brush my hair. But I've been doing some real thinking lately, and I realized...well, I know now...you're the only one for me! I love you so much, baby, and I know we can make this work if we'll just..."
"Hold on! Stop right there!"
"What? What is it?"
"Is that a pin striped 3 pc. suit?"
"Um...yeah."
"Let's make out."
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