
Computron: "Damn, I hate being impotent. Can't even aim my pee anymore..."

Computron: "See, what'd I tell you?"

Computron: "...so if I cook the entire recipe at high heat, it'll cure impotence?"
Eline: "Well, it works all the time where I come from - that reminds me, is this house below sea level? Because without enough air pressure, it might explode..."

Computron: "Mmm-hmm... now there's a cure for impotence if I ever saw one..."

Computron: "...so I was planning,
after dinner we could go to this place, and...?"
Maid: "Oh sure, heh heh... (back off slowly...)"

PissPoo: "...and I read in the papers about this bogus Dutch - um - man-treatment that leaves you with more crabs than a New Orleans seafood bar..."
Compy: "The hell? THAT CLOG-WEARING B****!!!"