TOM—"Poor Sarer!"
TIM—"An' a cop fished 'er out again."
TOM—"Poor Bill!"
The cooing stops with the honeymoon, but the billing goes on forever.
"Well, old man, how did you get along after I left you at midnight. Get home all right?"
"No; a confounded nosey policeman haled me to the station, where I spent the rest of the night."
"Lucky dog! I reached home."