On the occasion of their 25th Anniversary, our intrepid reporter sat down with Husband and Wife to discuss how they overcame the odds and made it through 25 years together....
Reporter: 25 years! That's amazing. Tell me, how did you make it so far?
Husband: It's going to sound simplistic, but really it comes down to...
Wife: (Interrupting) Mutual respect.
Husband: I was going to say love.
Wife: (Nodding) Yes, mutual respect.
Reporter: So which is it? Love or respect?
Wife: Which is what?
Husband: He's asking if we made it so far because we love each other or because we respect each other?
Wife: What do you mean 'so far'? Are you planning on going somewhere?
Husband: No dear. I'm just repeating what the reporter was asking us.
Wife: This guy? What does he know about marriage. He looks like he's 24 years old. You should have seen me at 24. I was skinny. I was beautiful.
Husband: I did see you at 24. That's when we got married.
Wife: I was 22 when we got married.
Husband: No sweetie. You were 24. 24 plus 25 equals...
Wife: I know. I used to be a math teacher dear. Started when we got married. I was 22, beautiful and skinny. Before the kids.
Reporter: Tell me about the kids. How have they contributed to the long and happy marriage?
Husband: Each is a gem. As we've raised them our love for each other has deepened. There isn't a moment with them that I would give back.
Wife: You don't remember the diapers, do you? Oh wait. You never touched the diapers.
Husband: Actually I did. You always conveniently forget that.
Wife: Oh. And you killed the spiders too. Right?
Husband: I never said that.
Wife: (Muttering) Such a weenie.
Husband: How did we get onto this? The reporter was asking about the kids and you turned it into an attack on my arachnophobia.
Wife: A rack of what?
Reporter: The kids. Tell me about them.
Wife: They don't clean their rooms.
Husband: They've moved out. What does it matter if they clean their room? How is that our problem anymore?
Wife: Just the thought of the stuff growing under their beds. Dust rabbits. Mold. Spiders.
Husband: Again with the spiders! And it's dust bunnies.
Wife: You've seen them?
Husband: No. I'm saying, it's 'dust bunnies' not 'dust rabbits'.
Wife: What difference does that make? It's six-and-a-half of one, half-dozen of another. You know. A bird on the arm.
Husband: I did diapers.
Wife: And I'm 36, skinny and beautiful.
Husband: You are to me.
Wife: Aha! You're saying I'm old and fat.
Husband: Next question?
Reporter: I thought one of your kids still lives at home. She's 5 isn't she?
Wife: She's a saint. Finally, one of them who listens to me.
Husband: Yes. Our little one is amazing. I've got pictures and stories. One time...
Wife: He doesn't want to hear about the baby. He wants to talk about us.
Husband: She's not a baby.
Wife: They're all babies. They'll understand when they're grown up.
Husband: Two of them are grown up. They're 19 and 21 for God's sake.
Wife: I agree. They're just babies. I should call them. I haven't heard from either one in days.
Husband: You just hung up with them before the interview started.
Wife: Yes, but they were going out and they haven't called yet to let me know they got there okay.
Husband: You smother them.
Wife: The grass is always greener over the bridge.
Husband: On the other side.
Wife: Whatever. That's water under the bush.
Reporter: Ahem. What attribute do you think each one of you has brought into the marriage that has been most critical in making it work so well?
Wife: He's good at doing what I want.
Husband: She's loving, open, hard-working, beautiful, loyal, ...
Wife: (Interrupting) Beautiful? You still think I'm beautiful?
Husband: Of course.
Wife: I wish I could wear his glasses. When we first got married maybe. But look at me now.
Husband: Still beautiful.
Wife: See? Good at doing what I want.
Reporter: You said your wife is loving. Do tell.
Husband: She loves everybody. Everybody loves her. She can walk into a room full of strangers and walk out 20 minutes later with a room full of friends. It's unbelievable.
Wife: It's because I talk to people. I engage with them. I ask them questions.
Reporter: What kinds of questions?
Wife: Like, "That's a great hat."
Husband: That's not a question.
Wife: No, I mean the hat the reporter is wearing. It's great.
Reporter: Thanks. My wife bought it for me last week.
Wife: Oh. I didn't think you were married. You don't wear a ring.
Reporter: That's only because it's getting cleaned.
Wife: Wow. I like people who keep their things clean.
Reporter: That's nice to hear. Thank you.
Wife: You're welcome...Tom, is it?
Reporter: Yes, Tom. Nobody ever uses my first name. You're sweet.
Husband: Excuse me. We were talking?
Reporter: Right, right...
Reporter: And you said that your husband does what you want. That's it? That's the key attribute in a long marriage?
Wife: And he stays out of my way. And he still thinks I'm beautiful...
Husband: That's because you are.
Wife: Stop interrupting me. He's also kind of funny.
Husband: Kind of funny? I'm hilarious.
Wife: And he's confident. I've learned that from him. Or at least I think I have.
Reporter: Last question. If you were giving advice to a newlywed couple about how to ensure they stay married for 25 years, what would that advice be?
Husband: Marry your best friend.
Wife: What kind of stupid advice is that? Marry the love of your life.
Husband: Play together.
Wife: Work together. Clean together. Struggle.
Husband: Have lots of children.
Wife: Why haven't they called?
Husband: Get old and fat together.
Wife: You're saying I'm old and fat.
Husband: And listen to each other.
Wife: Yes. Respect. That's what I'm saying.
Reporter: If you don't mind me saying. You seem to be very different people. You seem to disagree on everything. I can't believe your marriage has worked so well.
Husband: That's because we agree on one thing.
Wife: Yes. One thing.
Reporter: And that is?
Husband and Wife together: Putting the other person first.
Wife: It's like it says in the bible. Do unto others as you would do to yourself.
Husband: That sounds dirty.
Wife: It's from the bible for God's sake. You make everything dirty. Like the girls' rooms.
Husband: And the dust rabbits under their bed?
Wife: You think they have some? Ew. I can't believe I raised them.
Husband: We raised them.
Wife: I sure know I didn't. With all that goobledyguck under their bed.
Husband: Gobbledygook. And that means gibberish, not dirt.
Wife: Whatever. You say tomato and I say potato...
Husband: First base.
Wife: You're so dirty.
