Honestly, you have to be a particularly thick husband to say you can't take your wife's food because you smoke too much. Especially since it's obvious your wife just tried to quit.

Hello, it's the imaginary tobacco imp, using the power of radio to communicate glad tidings:

Wife's either back on the sticks, or she's got her script for uppers filled at a pharmacy that doesn't look too closely at the expiration date.

Philip Morris cigarettes are so good for you that you not only enjoy steak, but evenings at the move theater too!

By the way: the sign says Horace Heidt. He had a radio show. Wonder who sponsored it.