A Conversation From the Bra Scene

Brad and Jeff are shopping at Target.

Jeff: I need some lightbulbs. Let's go that way.

Brad: But the lightbulbs are in the hardware section. It's right over there.

Jeff: I know. I just don't want to walk through the lingerie section.

Brad: Afraid you'll be given to some impulse buying?

Jeff: It's icky. I don't like to think about, you know, girl parts.

Brad: You know, a friend of mine mentioned the other day how he survived adolescence by locking himself in the bathroom at home and, well, pleasuring himself with the women's foundation garment section of the Sears catalog.

Jeff: Sometimes I worry about the crowd you attract. People shouldn't discuss such things in polite company.

Brad: This from a man who last week at happy hour described, in exquisite detail, the "manuevers" his G.I. Joe and Big Jim dolls went on when he was a boy?

Jeff: OK, first of all, they weren't dolls, they were action figures.

Brad: Uh-huh.

Jeff: And second of all...

Brad: Yes?

Jeff: Shut up.

Brad: Ah, don't ask, don't tell. Got it.