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Tuesday morning... The best laid plans of mice and men.
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| So whaddya say, will you come out with me Saturday night? | |
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| Sure thing, Benny. I'd love to! | |
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Tuesday afternoon... Because everyone needs to brag.
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| She actually agreed to go out with you? Dude, I thought there was this whole deal about only dating Jewish guys? | |
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| There is. It was easy enough to get around that... I just told her -I'm- Jewish, too. | |
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Saturday night... I knew I forgot something.
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| Oh... oh yes... Mmmm, I've been waiting for this moment all night... | |
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| Me too... Oh god... Wha-- what the hell? A foreskin? You have a foreskin! | |
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