Berta and Charlie in “My Tongue is Meat”

This is a sad, sad day. I always figured you'd be the last guy in the world to end up whipped.

I am not whipped. I'm... considerate.

Considerate.

Yeah. See, I love Mia, and I want her to be happy. And I happen to know she's not happy when I smoke cigars and drink and gamble and stay out all night and... eat meat and sugar and grease and fat and... nap and swear and wear shorts and bowling shirts...

Oh, Charlie, you ain't just whipped. You're roped, saddled, and gelded. They could use you to give rides at kids' birthday parties.