Hard Soap, Hard Soap (1977)

It's not funny, Lou.

My husband can't get it up, and you want to joke.

Oh, all right.

I'll be right over.

Look, no crotch.

Lou, I'm eating.

Fred loved him.

Honey, how many times I got to tell you,

it's the tops you're supposed to wear.

Got to show him crotch.

With those tits, small wonder he can't get it up anyway.

Okay, okay, I'll shut up.

Tell me it's not me.

Comfort me.

Well, it's not you.

Good, I'm glad to hear that.

He needs my help.

I've got to help him solve his problem.

Listen, your husband's a doctor, a psychiatrist.

He can solve his own problems.

He's paranoid freakos like us to keep him in business,

and you in cornflakes.

Four nights in a row.

It just laid there, limp.

Well, Penny, he works hard.

He's tired.

There's a solution.

I know it.

Well, I don't doubt that,

but it's not kill or cure time either.

It's my sex life, my marriage.

I've got to solve it.

Want to borrow my panties?

It's at the office.

Something's going on at the office that's causing this problem.

To cure, you must understand the nature of the problem.

Well, why don't we get clinical about it?

Lou, are you my friend?

Honey, we've been friends since dirt.

You've got to help.

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