Pat Riley: Howdy, Tippy!
Tippy: Oh... oh Pat... what do you want?
Pat Riley: Well I just thought I'd stop by and pick up a few personal items.
Tippy: Oh no no no, please, remember? No, I don't want to know anything about your... your sex life, okay?
Pat Riley: I just want to get a few toiletries. Uh, first of all, I need some protection...
Tippy: Oh dear God, okay, all right.
Pat Riley: ...from underarm wetness. I'm never one to offend!
Tippy: 2.50 then, all right, and you're out...
Pat Riley: What am I, in a race? Whoa!
Tippy: Well, kind of, uh...
Pat Riley: And I need a lubricant...
Tippy: What?
Pat Riley: ...for my eyes. They're drying up due to the pollen and dust in the air.
Tippy: Oh great, help me, somebody please help me!
Pat Riley: And I need some feminine napkins...
Tippy: Oh, I'm in hell... I am in hell now!
Pat Riley: You never know when Aunt Wilma's gonna stop by for lunch!
