Ah, 1938, when men were men and women were solely responsible for the success or failure of the date.
From Alligator Sunglasses.
If you don't need a brassiere, go upstairs and do your homework.
"...even if you are."
No, when a man dances he wants to die.
"Thaaaat's it...drink up now heh heh."
"Did Madame provide last Friday's gentleman with some copulative recompense for her evening? I have 300 bucks riding on your answer."
"GODDAMMIT, RALPH! How many times have I told you, roofie them at home! This is a family restaurant!"
See the rest at Alligator Sunglasses.