Diana: If he's still there, you better let him go if you ever want to see those stones alive... a-again... ever.
Diana: Elvis wouldn't do this, and I knew HIM.
Charlie: You didn't know him! You may have fucked him, but you didn't know HIM.
Herb: There's a girl there who will do anything you want for fifty dollars an hour.
Ed: Like what?
Herb: Anything! If you want she'll dress like Santa Claus.
Ed: Will she bring me a pony?
Herb: When was the last time you fucked your wife?
Ed: You're a classy guy, Herb.
Answer: Their marriage is falling apart. His wife is just going through the motions of being a wife-making breakfast, serving it, then taking it away in an automatic way without really thinking about what she's doing.