Dale Arbus:
[walks into Julia's office, notices she is wearing nothing but heels, panties, and her white jacket covering her breasts]
Oh, shit!
Dr. Julia Harris, D.D.S.:
[pushes a lock button on her desk to prevent Dale from leaving]
Dale Arbus:
Uh-oh.
Dr. Julia Harris, D.D.S.:
[motions to the chair]
Will you have a seat, Dale?
Dale Arbus:
Do I have to?
Dr. Julia Harris, D.D.S.:
Please.
Dale Arbus:
Sure.
[slowly and awkwardly takes his seat]
Dale Arbus:
This is a little ridiculous, but...
Dr. Julia Harris, D.D.S.:
Look, Dale, you know... I know I like to fool around at work, right? And I might even, you know, I might even cross the line a bit. But the last thing I wanna do is-is make you uncomfortable. I mean, it's just not professional, you know? And I pride myself on being a professional. So from now on, what I would like you to do is just tell me, you know... when and if, uh, I cross the line. Okay?
Dale Arbus:
Okay. Now.
Dr. Julia Harris, D.D.S.:
What?
Dale Arbus:
Well, now, you're kinda crossing a line... because you're naked.
Dr. Julia Harris, D.D.S.:
Uh... I'm not naked, Dale. Can you *see* my pussy?
Dale Arbus:
[nervously]
Hmm... true. Um... but I think, uh, even really saying the word..."pussy", that's...
Dr. Julia Harris, D.D.S.:
That's crossing the line?
Dale Arbus:
Little bit.
Dr. Julia Harris, D.D.S.:
You're starting to sound like a little faggot there, Dale.
Dale Arbus:
There we go! That one's another one. Probably illegal thing to say, too.
