Simon Birch1998

[Joe and Simon are sitting on deck at the quarry.]

Simon Birch:
Marjorie's getting breasts.

Joe Wenteworth:
Yeah.

Simon Birch:
And soon they'll be b*obs.

Joe Wenteworth:
I know.

Simon Birch:
Maybe she'll let us touch 'em some time if we paid her.

Joe Wenteworth:
Why don't you ask her? [calling out to Marjorie] Oh, uh, Marjorie.

Simon Birch:
[embarrassed] Stop it! Stop it!

Joe Wenteworth:
Uh, Simon has a question for you.

Marjorie:
What is it, Simon?

Simon Birch:
Nothing. Goodbye.

Joe Wenteworth:
He wants to know, uh maybe if he paid you, could he touch your br-- [Simon stops Joe by grabbing his mouth to avoid further embarrassment]