 Didn't have maple syrup. Had to have pancakes with ketchup. Right, right. And then before she leaves the house in lipstick, she writes on the guy's mirror, you're an ass. I want a divorce. And then you see her go off to work. The car needs gas. I need air one tire. Damn it. Traffic. Running the nylons. Yep. Doing lipstick. Someone rear-ends her. Lips right up her face. Up her face. And now the Joker. Exactly right.