Dick: Oh, great! [sits down] Oh! What am I supposed to do with your, you know, goods?
Tommy: Just pick a side and commit.
Harry: Yup. Till you learn the ins and outs, you might wanna consider wearing a cup.
Dick: This is so weird.
Sally: Oh, stop complaining. Look at these willowy limbs. I don't know what to do with them. My center of gravity's so low, and would you look at these breasts!
Tommy: Hey, Dick, can we touch 'em?
Sally: Be my guest. They're not mine.
Dick: Hey! So help me god, if you touch those, you will die.