Cleats by Bill Hinds for March 14, 2015

Transcript:

Boy: Now that you're my girlfriend, why don't you let some of my shots through? You know - to make your guy look good. Edith Tippit: Or you could chip a couple of soft shots for me to make easy saves. Boy: You're what my Dad would call a "feminist." Edith: And you're what my Dad would call "insignificant primordial ooze." I mean after he got to know you.