- Go, Garfield.Just go.
Well, what do Iwant today?
- Whatever you need,ask Duane Reade.
- Well, I would love a box
of toothache powder.
- Best I got.
- Yes, and some of the, um,
stop being gay pills.
No, I'm stocked up on those.
Just, um, some toilet tissues.
Don't mind if I do.[chuckles]
Where is my con-dahm?
- I know.I'm a failure.
I couldn't do it.
- Ugh.I'll do it myself.
- Yes?- Hi.
I'd like to purchasea con-dahm.
- [grunts]Yes. Shh. Shh.
Cops could hear you.Are you crazy?
- Crazy horny.[chuckles]
- Uh, we don't sellrubber skins here,
certainly not to a woman,of all people.
- [gasps]Well, then, how am I supposed
to have sex for pleasure?
- Why don't you askthe other gals
on the corner of Unwed Roadand Whore Boulevard?
- I'm a whorebecause I want to have sex?
Don't you want to have sex?
- Of courseI want to have sex.
I love sex.It feels so good on my penis.
So unless you'd liketo go around back
and get bent over a palletof Gold Medal flour
or get arrested,I suggest you leave.
- Bent over?
I don't even likethat position.
I'm more of a "lay thereand take it" kind of gal.