Harry: When you can't go to the sea, the sea comes to you with Orca. [sprays perfume]
Woman: Ooh. Doesn't "Orca" mean whale?
Harry: Yes. All of our products are derived from essential whale oils. All the goodness of whale.
Woman: Isn't that animal cruelty?
Harry: Oh, no. No, they don't kill the whales, they just corner 'em. You would be amazed at how much oil they let go when they are really scared. [the woman walks off] Find out what Eskimo men have known for centuries. [to a Black man] Ah, I see you're already familiar with our bronzer. [off his look] All righty.