Ann: (about asking Chris to be her sperm donor) I want my friend to do something for me and I don't know how to ask him.
Ron: What do you want him to do?
Ann: Plant ficuses. In my front yard. (aside) Grossest metaphor ever.
Ron: I've seen your house. You'd have more success if he planted ficuses in your backyard.
Ann: No, I don't think so. Anyway, what if he thinks I'm asking too much of him, and I ask him to plant ficuses, and he doesn't want to, and he gets weird about it, and it ruins our friendship?
Ron: Then plant the damn ficuses yourself.
Ann: I wish that were possible.