The breakfast bliss of Harvey and his wife are shattered when he inexplicably rips into her coffee making ability, makes a veiled threat that he's going to start looking for other women, and then in one of history's great passive-agressive turns delares "well, see you later" and exits dramatically stage left. Of course this outburst is entirely the fault of the wife's poor culinary skills, but once her non-phased friend informs her about instant coffee (as opposed to, say, some counciling) the only rift in their otherwise rock-solid union is closed and the loving couple enjoy a romantic evening in their now completely dark living room.
