Marcia Gottlieb (MG): Our journey started a long, long time ago.

Seymour Gottlieb (SG): Must I tell everybody you worked for me?

MG: It's the truth.

SG: Well, she worked for me.

MG: I was the cashier.

SG: I had a surplus store. I knew her friend Helen and I told Helen one day, You know, I need a cashier, do you know anybody? And here came old Marsha. I looked her over and said to myself, Gee, whiz, what a funny looking broad. But she has good credentials--

MG: She can count

SG: She can count. I said, all right, I'll give her a chance.

MG: Do you have any questions for me kid?

SG: I have nothing to ask you, everything about you I THINK I know. Your brassiere size, your dress size, the true color of your hair. That's a lot of baloney that blonde hair for crying out loud.

SG: I'm very lucky to have my mate this long. Look at that beautiful face. When we first met she didn't have--you see the wrinkles in her face? She didn't have any wrinkles. Now she's a good looking old lady.

You know, the older you get, there are different needs you have from your mate and she has met all of them.

MG: The other day he asked me about one of the grandchildren, who's kid is this one and I told him, I was so amazed because usually he's right there with the grandchildren, he knows who their parents are and stuff.

SG: Well, I can't be perfect all the time. Most of the time yes but all the time no.

MG: It's true., Seymour.

Seymour, as old as you are--

SG: 87--

MG: --as big a fart as you are,

SG: --I am that

MG: --I do love you.

SG: You do? Well, I can't help it. I don't know if medication will also help you.

SG: The longer I know her, the more I appreciate her. Cause she's my pal, she's my best friend. Not the best cook in the world but she makes reservations very well.