Matthew: Christine, this is testosterone cream.
Christine: So, what does that mean? (as she whips the top off a beer bottle one-handed).
Matthew: Well, SIR... it means you've been rubbing yourself with male hormones.
Christine: Well, Barb uses it, and she's...oh, God... I mean, I feel so much better. You know? I'm not hot; I can remember things; I'm sleeping like a baby. What's the down side?
Matthew: Well, there's going to be an asterisk next to your name in the baseball Hall of Fame.