[Hablador:] MRS. WELLERSTEIN: I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long with him.
MME. FEMME: Joan, he means well.
MRS. WELLERSTEIN: For all of his book smarts he has not an ounce of common sense.
MME. FEMME: Well that’s not his fault.
MRS. WELLERSTEIN: How’s that?
MME. FEMME: He’s a man. That’s just the way men are. There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men. It’s in their DNA to be…
MME. FEMME: Precisely.
Men are so exhausting,
It's really rather sad
They're good for almost nothing,
But they're great at being bad
It seems their only purpose
Is to drive a woman mad
Their ways are rude and random
I’ll never understand 'em
They never ask directions
Even when they're clearly lost
They always buy those big TVs
No matter what they cost
They leave their things all over the house
They’re always awfully dense
They walk around without any pants
And often without any sense
They never notice your hairstyle
Or say they like your shoes
They’re crazy about some baseball team
And you better watch out when they lose
They always eat potato chips
And spill over their lap
They always leave the door wide open
When ever they take a -
MRS. WELLERSTEIN AND MME. FEMME
And you know you'll always love him
Just as much as you can
But there's nothing more annoying than a man
There's nothing more annoying than a man
MME. FEMME: Well this time I agree with you Joan. Men are a nuisance.
MRS. WELLERSTEIN: Nuisance is being kind.
MME. FEMME: Sometimes I think you need to be more firm with him. Show ‘em who’s boss!
MRS. WELLERSTEIN: Boys will be boys. There’s no changing that.
Men are creatures of habit
Never met a man I could trust
They will drive you insane, but you're trying in vain
If you ever try to make them civilized like us
They never say they're sorry
Or admit when they are wrong
They make a lot of promises
But never keep them long
They always hog the remote control
And most of the bed sheets, too
They're lazy and messy and not very dressy
And what is a wife to do?
It's just a fact of life
All the men in the world are rotten
You won't be too surprised
When your birthday is forgotten
They’re always wearing shirts that don't match
And pants that never fit
You try to do something nice for them
And they still make you feel like -