A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl.

Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well
until one day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him if he
could arrange a divorce for him.

The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions:

Have you any grounds?
Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.

No, I mean what is the foundation of this case? - It made of
concrete.

I don't think you understand. Does either of you have a real
grudge?

No, we have street parking, and not need one.

I mean. What are your relations like? - All my relations still in
Poland.

Is there any infidelity in your marriage? - We have hi-fidelity
stereo Hi-fi

Does your wife beat you? - yes, she always beat me to the shower
every morning.

Is your wife a nagger? - No, she white.

Why do you want this divorce? -
She going to kill me.

What makes you think that? - I got proof.

What kind of proof?

She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on
shelf in bathroom. I can read, and it says: "Polish Remover".