After work? I thought she was unemployed. Or am I thinking of another DUmmy?
She works, he doesn't. Fizzy is pissed that she is the breadwinner; so angry that she smokes a ton of weed and goes out and gets shitfaced, then comes home smelling of marijuana, vomit, PBR, and stinky feet- and is doubly pissed that Mr. Fizz ain't goin' for her.
C'mon, Fizzy. It's not rocket surgery. Sober up, brush your teeth, wash up, trim up, tweeze off that mustache, and act like you want to be married... or kick his lazy hippie ass out and take a power-washer to your life. Just stop whining about it!