Charlie: Hey, Berta, how have you been washing my underwear? Berta: Like I do everything else around here: with a song on my lips and love in my heart. Charlie: I'm serious. I got a rash in my, you know, private area. Berta: Private? You get any more traffic down there, you're gonna have to open a Starbucks.
Alan: You sure it's just a rash? Charlie: What else could it be? Alan: Uh, well, since we are talking about your private area, it could be anything from Ebola to mad cow disease. Charlie: You get Ebola from monkeys, right? Alan: Right. Charlie: It's just a rash.
