Quote from Dr. Cox in My Half-Acre
Carla: I just don't understand. Why wouldn't you kiss him? Dr. Cox: [singsong] Stay out of it, Carla. Mrs. Wilk: Stay out of what? Carla: Dr. Cox won't kiss his son. Mrs. Wilk: What is wrong with you? Dr. Cox: Ladies, hate to disappoint, but my quota for women who bug the living bejesus out of me has been met for the next billion years.