Husbands SNL

Jeannie, I see why you wanted to redo your kitchen. It's so dated. When does the renovation start? We did it last month. And it's amazing. Well, I just can't believe we've been friends all these years and our husband's never met. Yeah, do you think they're OK in the den hanging out without us? Oh, they're fine. They're big boys. I'm sure they'll find something to talk about. So, um, yeah. I, um, no. Right. Today, uh, bleh. You know, I like, um, I don't know. Same. You hear my words. Huh. They'll be pissed when you are done. Huh. They are weary. Don't you cry no more. I should go check on them. I just hope they're not talking politics. The last thing we need is them in there yelling at each other. Once I rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion, I was soaring ever high, but I flew too high. Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man. Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man. I hear the voices when I'm dreaming. I can hear them say. You know, it's just so good we're doing this. Like, Randy has no male friends. No friends of any kind, actually. Here we are, my way. I don't know this song. I actually don't, but my mouth seems to. Back it all down. You're up to no good, Dewey. I don't know. If you leave guys alone for too long, it usually turns into trouble. Well, now I'm worried. On a stormy sea of moving emotion, tossed about like a ship on the ocean, I set a course for winds of fortune. Voices say. I'm sorry. Are they singing? I will give you $1 million if my husband is singing. OK, we know you're rich. I just meant he doesn't have a musical bone in his body. Carry on the road, Western. Are you guys singing and dancing? Did you all wear rock and roll jumpsuits in case this happened? No, maybe. Are you in your underwear? I got excited, and I pulled too hard. OK, well, this is just the craziest thing I've ever seen. Is it? Oh!