Marge: He's going to need, uh… you know, protection.
Guy: Sure… one helmet coming up.
Marge: I was thinking more of… protection… down there
Guy: Oh, why didn't you say so? Knee pads. You got it.
Marge: (very laughs nervously) I'm talking about his personal area.
Guy: Ah ha. Say no more. I read you loud and clear. The old shoulder pads.
Marge: Look, I want a cup
Guy: Cup, could you spell that?
Marge: Cee Yuu Pee I wanna Cee Yu…oh my god!