"Well, Mrs. Gomez, so you want a divorce? the lawyer questioned his client. Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?"
"Oh, no," replied Mrs. Gomex. We only have a carport."
The lawyer tried again. "Well, does the man beat you up?"
"No, no," said Mrs. Gomez, looking puzzled. "I'm always first out of bed."
Still hopeful, the lawyer tried once again. "Well, does he go in for unnatural connubial practices?"
"Madre Dios, he plays the guitar, but I don't think he knows anything about the connubial."
Now desperate, the lawyer pushed on. "What I'm trying to find out are what grounds you have".
"Bless you, sir. We live in a flat -- not even a window box, let alone grounds."
"Mrs. Gomez," the lawyer said in considerable exasperation, "you need a reason that the court can consider. What is the reason for you seeking this divorce?"
"Ah, well now," said the lady, "Porque it's because the man can't hold an intelligent conversation."
"Oh, no," replied Mrs. Gomex. We only have a carport."
The lawyer tried again. "Well, does the man beat you up?"
"No, no," said Mrs. Gomez, looking puzzled. "I'm always first out of bed."
Still hopeful, the lawyer tried once again. "Well, does he go in for unnatural connubial practices?"
"Madre Dios, he plays the guitar, but I don't think he knows anything about the connubial."
Now desperate, the lawyer pushed on. "What I'm trying to find out are what grounds you have".
"Bless you, sir. We live in a flat -- not even a window box, let alone grounds."
"Mrs. Gomez," the lawyer said in considerable exasperation, "you need a reason that the court can consider. What is the reason for you seeking this divorce?"
"Ah, well now," said the lady, "Porque it's because the man can't hold an intelligent conversation."