She is proud because he has been staying away from the bars for 3 months. But suddenly, she realizes she forgot the escargot. Just as he comes home, she asks him to go get some at the store to finish her wonderful candlelight dinner. She says shell make it worth his while. So off he goes to the fresh market, and buys a dozen live snails. But on the way home, his friends fall out of the bar and see him with his paper sack, and call to him, Come on, George! Come have a drink on us! No, says George. I must get these fresh escargot home. Oh, come on, Georgie old boy. Just one for old times sake. Well, George is weak, and agrees to just one. Then another. Then a third. After too many, he sees his paper sack and feels sorry for his lapse, and heads home. Just as he is walking up to his driveway, he falls and spills the contents onto the cement, and his wife opens the door to see what all the commotion is. George, what is going on? What took you so long? George, thinking fast, looks down at the snails and says, Come on, you slow pokes! Just a few more feet and were home free!