“Want to see my turtle?”
“Is that some kind of euphemism?”
“Why is it that when a man talks to a woman all of a sudden everything is fraught with double meanings? It’s not all about me trying to get in your pants.”
“So it’s not a euphemism?”
“No.”
“It’s a real turtle? And not something weird like you wearing a big fake turtle shell on your back and crawling around?”
“No, it’s a real turtle. Would you like to see it?”
“I don’t like turtles.”
