— Petra, you should've told me that you speak Japanese! Now I feel like an idiot!
— But it's written on my file! Right below my measurements...
— Guess I never read that far, then...
— Carol? I was wondering if Joey could ask you a question about breast-feeding?
— Sure.
— Uh... Does it hurt?
— It did at first, but not anymore.
— So, uh, how often can you do it?
— As much as he needs.
— Oh, okay, I got one, I got one. Uh... If he blows into one, does the other one get bigger?
You should know better than anyone here that tits don't make a woman. <...> What traditionally defines a woman falls between two things: Her legs.
I just thought about flat boobies and it made me mad.
Being there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation.
— Move closer, you smell fantstic. You never would've let those breasts so near to me if I wasn't in a wheelchair.
— Oh yeah, well... You never would've been looking at this breasts if you hadn't been in a wheelchair.<...> I would've been over there serving the drinks. One of the invisibles. Am I right?
— Yes, but in my defence I was an arse.
What a charming view! There's a lovely valley between those hills.
— I'm taking Will to a concert thing.
— Sorry, you're going on a date?
— It's too booby..
— Way too booby! Given it's a man for whom your boobs are mostly eye-level.
Explanation:
Will is a wheelchair-bound guy.
Here's to the cubs winning the World series. And to big tits!