"Hey, baby, do you want to be an organ donor?"
(glances suspiciously at me) "Why?"
"Oh, I dunno. I read an article about it the other day."
"I don't like it when you read. You start getting ideas. Next thing I know, you're going to be wanting to vote! And drive!"
"Yeah, I know. A woman's place is barefoot in the kitchen, not reading the newspaper. Sorry about that. Anyway, I want to be an organ donor. And I was wondering if you want to be one, too."
"Well, I guess. As long as I'm dead first."