wrestling with the problem of whether or not to butter his bread.  "I
like butter on my bread," he said.  "But my diet strictly forbids
butter.  Maybe I should call my wife Mary and ask her what to do."
 
"Jack," George said, "don't be ridiculous.  You're a grown man.  You
should be able to decide whether or not to butter your own bread."
 
"You're right," Jack said.  "I'll just have the butter,
that's all."
When the waiter arrived with the check, George pointed to Jack and
said, "He's paying."
 
"What?" Jack said. "Why should I have to pay the whole bill?"
 
"Because if you don't," George said, "I'll tell Mary about the
butter."

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