check my schedule.

What does my afternoon look like? I think

it's pretty wide open.

Oh, wait. Here's something at 4:00.

"Give Alex a talking to"?

Well, that snuck up on us, didn't it?

Is there a problem? Let's not

call it a problem.

Let's call it an opportunity.

To solve a serious problem.

What did I do?

You don't know? Oh, you poor dear.

Your ovaries are squirting so much goofy juice

into your brains you don't even know which way is up.

You made an inappropriate sexual advance towards Dr. Hofstadter.

What? I didn't make a sexual advance on anybody.

Now, there's no need to get defensive.

I'm not unsympathetic

to your plight.

My father used to say that a woman

is like an egg salad sandwich on a warm Texas day.

What?

Full of eggs and only appealing for a short time.

This conversation is making me uncomfortable.

Yeah,

you and me both, sister.

Now,

please understand...

I don't hold you responsible for your behavior

because, see, from an evolutionary standpoint,

you're a slave to your desire to reproduce.

But during the work day,

when you feel possessed by amorous intent, may I suggest

that you suppress it by leafing through

this illustrated book of sexually transmitted diseases?

Let's see here. Oh, yes.

Check out this oozy doozy.

I have to go.

So does this fellow,

but he can't without it burning like hot soup.