Small trade-off for having
to cook for some lazy ass man!
Lazy? Then answer me this:
When you're walking with a girl...
why does the guy have to slow
down, instead of her speeding up?
Who said going slower is better?
It's not. Going faster is better.
And more exercise.
How about that?
Goal.
At least, we don't start wars.
Maybe if we got laid a little bit
more often, we wouldn't be so.
Maybe you'd get laid more often, if
you knew what you're doing in bed.
You've got it easy. You touch
a guy anywhere and it feels good.
With a woman, it's like
finding a needle in a haystack.
While we're on the subject, you
find it gross to go down on a guy...
and, when you do it,
it's like a really big deal!
But guys are willing to go diving
for oysters anytime, anywhere.
We're more willing to give
pleasure, we're less selfish.
At this remark, I thought Arlene
would spontaneously combust.
- You're so sexist!
- You know what? I am.
- So are you.
- I am not!
You sound like Louis Farrakhan
saying only white men are racist.

But we all have prejudices.
Black, white, male, female.
- Goal.
- You cheated!
How can you do that?
I wasn't even looking!
My God, you cheated!
This was bad. This wasn't
my glorious wrestling fancy.
- You cheated, admit it!
- We didn't lay down any rules!
Maybe that was the problem.
There were no rules
between men and women.
And this lack of rules
made girls...
and specially us guys like
these foosball players.
We had giant steels takes for a heart
and we're spinning out of control.
I was just as bad as Rod.
But I finally had something to say...
when I was called on in
my Woman Studies class.
There's no clear defined rules
between men and women.
Each side thinks they're playing
fair and they're being cheated.
Maybe this is why men and women
bring out the poison in one another.