Uh...huh.

[corrvin]

Raven, coming in from the garage: Man! I'm sweating my ***** off here.

Me: Me too.

Raven: And the sweat stings in my eyes.

Me: Want a bandanna?

Raven: You know I don't swing that way, babe.

Me: Too bad, I had one for you.

Raven: No, but I'd take a nice stylish sweatband, like...um...

Me: Richard Simmons?

Raven: Yeah!