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Rabish: Can't you just enjoy the beauty of a bellybutton?
Rabid: No time for that when there're LUSCIOUS BREASTS to ogle!!
Dr Quickly: Uh, yeah, we COULD do that if you WANT
Rabish: YES
Dr Quickly: It's an expensive surgery...
Rabish: I'LL PAY!!
Space Frog: THAT IS THE FIFTH TRAY YOU'VE DEMOLISHED WITH YR. NEW BOSOM AND THE FIRST FOUR WERE GOING TO COME OUT OF YOUR PAYCHEQUE BUT NOW YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET ANOTHER PAYCHEQUE SO NOW WHAT!!
<<CRASH!!>>
[[At the circus, a poster of a large-breasted monster: "SEE!! the TITTY MONSTER! NO CHILDREN"]]
Rabid: Doesn't that look like...
Dr Quickly: Great goodness!! Could it be...?
[[An old toothless Rabish toasts her old breasts, mounted on the wall, with a gin martini.]]
Rabish: Ha! THOSE were the days.