"Who? Luda? You're joking? She waddles like a hippopotamus. You are much more beautiful."
"Who? Those two girls at the end of the street? Theyrun to their car like scared rabbits. Yes, they are attractive, but they are young. But your beauty, my sputnik of life, your beauty is timeless. Even with a hangover, you are still the most beautiful."
Who's that? Erika? Yes, Erika. Well, you know, my wife of the century, I wrote this little piece a year ago and that was before she moved onto the street. Here is your coffee, my dear."