Humpty Dumpty may have sat on a wall, but his wife -- Mrs. Humpty -- seems obsessed with the curb in front of Our Favorite Starbucks. In fact, she spent what seemed like hours yesterday having mad, passionate sex with it while onlookers gaped in astonishment. "I guess it's mating season at 7th and Montana," said Screenwriter Nat, as Mrs. Humpty arched her back, let out a primeval grunt and thrust her pelvis again and again towards the pavement. Joyce took one look at her and proposed a toast in her honor. "Bottoms up!," she chuckled. As for me, I have a different opinion: I think she's just plain cracked ... but for God's sake, don't let her anywhere near all the king's horses or all the king's men!