Don't Worry, Speed Racer
Alan: Yeah?
Jake: How smart do you have to be to have sex?
Charlie: Well, actually...
Alan: Nah, nah, nah!
Berta: Can I, uh...?
Alan: Nah, nah, nah!
Charlie: But I was...
Alan: Nah, nah, nah!
Berta: Oh, come on...
Alan: Nah, nah, nah! Why do you ask?
& Alan: Think of it this way. Suppose you like banana cream pie...
Jake: I do like banana cream pie.
Alan: Well, good.
Jake: Do we have any?
Alan: No.
Jake: Well, then why did you bring it up?
Alan: I was trying to tell you about sex.
Jake: What does pie have to do with sex?
Charlie: Can I jump in?
Alan: No, no, no!
Berta: How about me?
Charlie: Excuse me, if I can’t talk, you can’t talk. Am I right, Alan?
& Rose: So, what memory did you repress?
Charlie: When I was 8... I walked in on my mother having sex.
Rose: Interesting.
Charlie: Interesting? How about devastating, horrifying, traumatizing?
Rose: Wow. What, was she, like, blindfolded and tied to a bed... while two guys slapped her butt with Ping-Pong paddles?
Charlie: No.
Rose: Hmm. Was she riding around on a goat while an albino midget dripped honey...
Charlie: No, no. No. It was just sex. One mother, one man.
Rose: Boring.
& Berta: Okay, I gotta go if I’m gonna catch my bus.
Charlie: Good night, Berta.
Jake: Hey, Dad, guess what I found in Mom’s bedroom.
Berta: You know what, I’ll take a cab.
Jake: An empty can of whipped cream... And you know what I’m thinking?
Berta: I know what I’m thinking.
Alan: Nah, nah, nah!
Charlie: What?
Jake: Either whipped cream has to do with sex, or Mom hides pie in her nightstand too.
Charlie: Hey, a gal can do both.
Alan: Nah, nah, nah!
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