LAWYER: "Have you any grounds?"
POLE: "JA, JA, an acre and half and a nice little home with 3 bedrooms."

LAWYER: "No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?"
POLE: "It is made of concrete, brick and mortar."

LAWYER: "Does either of you have a real grudge?"
POLE: "No. We have a two-car carport and have never really needed one."

LAWYER "I mean, What are your relations like?"
POLE: "All my relations are in Poland."

L AWYER: "Is there any infidelity in your marriage?"
POLE: "Yes, we have hi fidelity stereo set & DVD player with 6.1sound. We don't necessarily like the music, but the answer to your questions is yes."

LAWYER: "No, I mean, Does your wife beat you up?"
POLE: "NO, I'm always up before her."

LAWYER: "Is your wife a nagger?"
POLE: "NO, she white."

LAWYER: "WHY do you want this divorce?"
POLE: "SHE going to kill me."

LAWYER: "What makes you think that?"
POLE: "I got proof."

LAWYER: "What kind of proof?"
POLE: "She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at the drug store and put on shelf in bathroom. I can read - it says, Polish Remover.'"

ain't it just like life? we're all sort of speaking the same language and still, the mix-up, the paranoia, the confusion. like we forget to take the lens cap off - everything is blacked out, so there we go ... alone in the dark (or worse, with a lawyer) prattling on about nothing. we believe our worst fears - that everything around us is ridiculous and strange, and worse, that we are ridiculous and strange (of course, we are) - and this ridiculousness and strangeness is evident to those around us (of course, it is).