Saturday Mornings Chat and Chew

Dionne: Look at him! Ooo, baby!

Tai: Break me off a piece of that!

Cher: Survey says?

Tai: Do-able.

Dionne: Puny. I like em big.

Cher: Eh, I hate muscles.

Tai: You know what, I don't care either way. Oh, just as long as his you-know-what isn't crooked.
         I really hate that.

Cher: What?

Dionne: Shh, don't scare her.

Tai: Why? What's wrong?

Dionne: Cher is saving herself for Luke Perry.

Tai: Cher, you're a virgin?!?

Cher: God, you say that like it's a bad thing.

Dionne: Besides, the PC term is: hymenly challenged.

Cher: I am just not interested in doing it until I meet the right person. You see how picky I am about
           my shoes and they only go on my feet.

Tai: Yeah...

Cher: You're one to talk, Di.

Tai: Oh, wait a minute here. Wait. I thought, like, you and Murray were...

Dionne: No. My man is sat-is-fied. He's got no cause for complaints. But, technically, I'm a virgin.
              You know what I mean.

Tai: Oh, God...

Cher: What's wrong. Tai?

Tai: They're playing our song. You know, the one Elton and I danced to...Rollin' with the Homies...

Dionne: Oh, Tai. Don't cry.

Tai: I'm sorry. (Starts banging head on table)

Dionne: Oh, my God. Stop!

Cher (V.O.): I could tell Tai's grieving period would be considerable. Unless I found someone to
          take Elton's place right away.