"What's your husband's name?" she asked..

S: What's your husband's name? (doente confusa)
M: sorry..?
S: your husband. (continua confusa)
M: I don't have a husband..
S: You don't?! How's that possible?! (confusão mantém-se)
M: No. Look.. see, no ring. No husband.
S: oh (shocked)... Then it's time to do something about it! .. Don't YOU think..? (E PIMBA! bem nas tuas trombas)
M: ... hum hum.. yeah, I need to think about that.. now, medicine time!
S: No, thank you, goodbye! (and back to confusion..)
M: .. demencia.. is killing my brain too.

Doentes, doentes.. mas não tanto afinal.. toma lá que ficaste jantada.

(E a propósito: não procuro anel nenhum.)