Am I right, guys?

In which Denis Leary plays "the straight man."

I love this scene because it'd be fun to act. It is almost improv. And I hate this scene because it makes women look as dimensional as a cardboard cutout with a hole for a mouth who interprets innocent references as infidelity. Since all women are like this, why not make love to a picnic table? A: Picnic tables can't make frittatas. And they'd probably accuse you of ogling a jogging stroller.