Bill: How can people think of furs on a day like this?
Joe: Listen, a woman can think of furs anytime, pal.
Bill: Yeah, the wife's been nagging me for years to get her a new one.
Joe: Is that so? What kind's she got now?
Bill: Squirrel, gave it to her for a wedding present.
Bill: Well, three of them, not just one, Joe. You know, chasing each other around her neck, each squirrel biting the other one's tail.
Bill: It's really pretty, Joe.