Sam and Molly went for a divorce.  The judge looked down
at them and asked, "How old are you?"

"Ninety-six," replied Sam, "and I’m in the pink!"

"Ninety-two," said Molly, "and I feel like sixty, judge!"

"And you want a divorce?" asked the judge.

"Yep, that’s it, a divorce!" chirped Sam.

"A complete divorce," echoed Molly, wiping the air clean 
with her hand.

"Complete.  I never liked her.  Never." said Sam.

"He made me nervous from the beginning," Molly said.
"From the first day, I couldn’t watch him eat those 
sunflower seeds."

"How long are you married?" asked the judge, more and 
more incredulous.

"Seventy-two years!" they said in unison.

"Seventy-two?"  The judge took a deep breath.  
"But why did you wait so long?"

They looked at him like he was crazy, and Sam said, 
"We wanted to wait until the children died."