Jill: All right. If you must know... I dream about Tarzan.
Tim: Tarzan of the jungle?
Jill: No, Tarzan of St. Louis.
Tim: Tarzan doesn't even have a car.
Jill: We don't need a car. We never leave the tree house. You see, it's just Tarzan and me. I'm Jane. I'm wearing this cute leopard-skinned outfit, and I have big, beautiful breasts.
Tim: I dream about that, too. What's the big deal about Tarzan?
Jill: Well, Tarzan's very strong but sensitive. Takes me in his arms, pulls me up to this big, huge, muscular chest. I can hear his heart beating. My heart beats faster. I close my eyes, he starts kissing my neck...
Tim: Jill...
Jill: Then he starts kissing...
Tim: Got a minute?
Jill: Sorry. God, is it hot in here?