Oscy: Not even the best of friends go halfsies on a rubber.
Oscy: Hermie, I'm beginning to think that maybe you're a homo.
Oscy: You use protection. You use a rubber! Haven't you ever heard of a rubber?
Hermie: Yeah, of course, I have.
Oscy: Alright! So, that's what you use. I already have mine. When my brother went into service, he willed it to me. I've been carrying it around with me ever since. Its my lucky charm.
Hermie: Well, how much do you want for it?
Oscy: Hey, its from my brother! It's a family heirloom. You have to get your own. Go to the drug store.