Francine and Lee in “Always Look A Gift Horse In The Mouth”

I spent the entire evening with an IRS man.

Come on, Francine, do you have to give me all the gory details of how you got the information?

Yes, I do. First, we went to a tiny little restaurant with imitation wood tables and no wine list to speak of and then, then he suggested that we go back to his condo.

Oh, come on now. It's not like you've never done that before.

Not to music, I haven't.