Maggie (after she threw out her porno): I just started thinkin' about it from your point of view, Sean. And I thought about it and I realized that I was wrong and you were right. I was enmasulating you to get myself off. I was injecting my former fanatasies into a present day realtionship. Totally unfair, and totally unnessecary because I have you. You are so sweet and gorgeous and you're in the here and now. So, I'm all done with porno and I'm all yours, Sean.
Sean: Wow, Maggie, thank you very much. That's just-- that's just a really nice gesture on your part.
Maggie: So, good, okay. 'Cause I was gettin' sick of hidin' that box.
Sean: And I was gettin' sick of lookin' for it.
Maggie: And always dustin' off those DVDs, you can't imagine how dusty they get. So, I guess it's back to the old spank bank for now.
Sean: Honey, did you just say 'spank bank'?
Maggie: Well, yeah.
Sean: So you actually have a-a-
Maggie: Spank bank? Yeah, yeah. A huge one. Oh, I know, I know you think that only men can have spank banks. But don't forget, I grew up around Tommy, the king of the spank bank. I learned from the master how to store up all my eager little fantasies and then access them in my mind whenever I feel the need to get off. Huh. I haven't done that in a while though. Speaking of which, don't you have somewhere you have to be?
Sean: N-not at all, really.
Maggie: What? You don't have a spank bank?
Sean: Yeah, of course I have a spank bank, I'm a guy.
Maggie: So am I in it?
Sean: Yeah, yeah. Of course you're in it... you're in it in a variety of ways. What about me? Am I in yours?
Maggie: W-well I'm gonna be putting you in this afternoon. (Sean frowns) I just said I haven't been using the goddamn thing!