6.06 Welcome to The Dollhouse (great movie, by the way) A few weeks later.

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"No."

"It's already been done, Luke. Besides, you did agree."

"The conditions under which I agreed were unfair."

"Sweetie, they were totally fair. Move that box, will you, please..."

"Over here?"

"Yes, thanks."

"How were the conditions fair?"

"Hang your jeans on the lower bar there. The were fair because history is on my side."

"History? I need more hangers. What the hell has history got to do with it?"

"Hangers under the sweater stack on the bed. Yes, history, Luke. For thousands of years, women have cleverly waited until their husbands were post orgasmic, to pose propositions. Timing is key. The level of blood flowing in the male brain is key. Everyone knows that. You agreed, my friend, and there is no going back. Shoe tree, please."

"Here. Logic flaw, though: I am not yet your husband."

"You will be in three weeks, and the invitations are being delivered even now because you totally agreed. Wanna see what I'm gonna wear on the wedding night?"

"Don't try to distract me. Where should I put my socks?"

"The tall dresser. But, see, Luke, it's all black and lacy, and... more than slightly transparent..."

"Hmmm, yeah... Maybe you should try it on..."

"So you admit you agreed?"

"So we can be sure it fits..."

"The invitations, Luke?"

"Let me help you try it on..."

"Luke? Mmmmm... Down, fella..."

"Yes, I agreed, okay?... Wedding invitations written on Etcha-sketches by TJ, then delivered by Kirk was a wonderful and original idea, okay?... now, let's forget about that... Here, let me get those buttons for you..."

"But, Luke...We'll never get you moved in at this rate..."

"Oh, I don't know about that..."

"Ha... Dirty, dirty, dirty..."

"Buttons, buttons, buttons... buttons, tricky..."

"Tell you what..."

"Hmmmm? Oh, got another undone!"

"Very good. You clear off the bed and put your socks in the drawer, while I go in there to slip into something... less... buttony..."

"And more transparent?"

"Yep."

"How about we skip all those steps and just knock all this stuff outta the way..."

"Socks, Luke. Bottom drawer. I'll be right back... You know after the tension builds a little, it's all the better in the end..."

"Hmmm... Dirty."

"Socks!"

"Fine. Which drawer? Tootsie roll or Lip Smacker?"

"Don't be silly! Tootsie roll, of course!"

"Right... because I roll my socks."

"That's my boy! I'm almost ready!"

"For the nut house!"

"Oh, honey, you know that shark's been jumped."