The story of driving down to Liverpool with Katie-Bar-The-Door, on the other hand, would probably play more like an episode of—well, what? Are there any happily married couples in film, television or literature? Other than Nick and Nora Charles, and Gomez and Morticia Addams, I can't think of any. Although, granted, minus the murder mysteries and the seven foot butler, we very much resemble both of those couples.
Anyway, here is an example of why no matter how much I respect Elvis, I prefer the Beatles: