A conversation that Alan and I had while cleaning out his apartment and packing him up to move into my house:
JORDAN: Are we tossing this pan? [Holding up a bent, sorry-looking square tin baking pan]
ALAN: Errr....well, I guess we can.
JORDAN: Why the hesitation? It's a mess.
ALAN: That pan has been with me a long time.
JORDAN: And you're...sentimentally attached to it?
ALAN: Well, yeah...I've baked a lot of cakes in it.
ALAN: For girls. That pan got me a lot of...girls.
JORDAN: So this is basically your sex pan.
ALAN: Shhhhyeah. [Silly grin.]
JORDAN: You used to bake cakes for girls, and they'd put out.
JORDAN: How good was the cake???
ALAN: I make great cake in that pan.
JORDAN lobs pan into garbage pile, then stands there in silence. A moment later, she fishes the pan out of the garbage and puts it into the packing box.
ALAN: We're keeping it?
JORDAN: Yes. I think I deserve sex cake, too.
ALAN: ...Okey dokey.