Jill: Tim! You're gonna rupture a vertebrae. Face it, you cannot help yourself. You are so pathetic. Whoa, baby. Bad news. This is not the night for you to give up looking at women.
Tim: Oh, why is that, Jill?
Jill: Because an unbelievable young goddess just came in and sat right behind you.
Tim: Yeah, right. I'm gonna fall into that one. What, a 74-year-old steelworker? "Hey, Marge, they got no beer here." [chuckles]
Jill: Not exactly, Tim.
Tim: Oh, yeah, she's the va-va-voom type?
Jill: Well, as a matter of fact, she has great va-vas and a darn good voom.
Tim: All right with me because you're looking pretty good since you took a couple pounds off your voom.
Jill: Thank you so much for that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna take my voom to the ladies' room.