Dick: Okay, Harry, you're Brad, and the two of you are at a romantic restaurant. Here. Okay, now go ahead.
Sally: I don't know what to do.
Dick: Gaze into his eyes the way Dr. Albright gazes into mine. You know... That's perfect. Now, break the ice by telling him something personal about yourself.
Sally: Well, uh, Brad once every lunar cycle, my uterine lining sloughs itself, thereby...
Harry: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Dick: Oh, oh! That may be too personal.
Sally: Well, it does. I mean, one minute, I'm fine. The next, my uterus starts throbbing...