Adam: I've seen the one at Little America. It has couches and chairs and lots of mirrors. Why? Why do the women's restrooms have things men's restrooms don't?
Tabitha: Because men's restrooms have things women's restrooms don't.
Adam: What? Condom machines?
Tabitha: No. Urinals. Women's restrooms have condom machines, too.
Adam: What would women do with urinals? They don't need them.
Tabitha: And men don't need couches in their restrooms.
Adam: Also, why do you need individual stalls? Why can't you just sit and pee together, like men stand and pee together? Why do you need privacy?
Tabitha: We don't. It's just an illusion. Behind the stall doors there are no walls. We sit and pee and chat together. That's why it takes us so long.
Adam: Tabitha. I've been in the women's restroom. I know what's in there.
Tabitha: Why were you in a women's restroom?
Adam: My friend pushed me inside during a school trip.
Tabitha: You're old enough you could get arrested for that. Voyeurism, you know.
Adam: How do you know about voyeurism?
Tabitha: How do you know about voyeurism?
Adam: Right. Let's leave that alone.
Tabitha: Good idea.
Adam: Anyway, you still have couches.
Tabitha: I'll tell you what: you bleed from your genitals for one week out of every month for the next forty years of your life, and I'll make sure every men's bathroom has a couch in it, just for you.
Adam: I think it's okay for girls to have couches in their bathrooms.
Tabitha: And I'm okay with guys having exclusive rights to urinals. Want to go make smoothies?
Adam: Yeah--but no spinach this time.
Tabitha: Mom's the only one who puts spinach in smoothies. I thought you liked it.
Adam: I do, but it's ugly.
Tabitha: Okay. No spinach.