Marty wakes up with a huge hangover. First thing he sees are aspirins and water on the side table. His clothing is all laid out. The bedroom is spotless.
He notices a note: "Honey," it reads, "breakfast is in the oven. I had to go shopping. Love you." In the kitchen a hot breakfast awaits him, along with the newspaper, ready to read.
Marty's grown-up son is at the table. Marty asks what happened last night. "You came home at 3 a.m.., Dad, and you were drunk as a skunk. Good thing you took a cab. You threw up, gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door and woke everybody up."
Confused, Marty asks, "If I was so disgusting, why am I being treated like a prince?"
"Because when mom dragged you into the bedroom and tried to take your pants off, you said, "Lady, leave me alone, I'm married."