Sam: All right. All right. Let's see where were we? You wanted to know about my first time, right?
Diane: Yes. How old were you?
Sam: Boy, I'm not sure. I know I couldn't get to her house until the crossing guard showed up. Wow. First time is kind of hard to remember. What about your first time?
Diane: I'm the scientist, Sam. My first time has nothing to do with this. But just to lay the subject to rest, it was the summer of my 19th year. He was a young man in uniform. It was a brief encounter. He left my arms and went to his doom.
Sam: Oh, no, he was killed, huh?
Diane: No, no, he went off to boot camp and came back with the most God-awful haircut I'd ever seen. Now, may we get back to you? And limit your responses to attitudes. Please leave out the gory details. Now, what about your second encounter?
Sam: Well, that would be the crossing guard.