(from my sick bed, while under the influence of cold medicine)
Mr. Dub: Mesquite, come in here and help me.
Mesquite: what do you want me to do?
Dub: help me put away the laundry; this is girl stuff. I don't know what belongs to who in here.
Mesquite: Just throw the stuff in the baskets.
Dub: But this is underwear! I don't know who it belongs to... and what if it's yours? I don't want to touch your underwear...!
Mesquite: Sometimes I touch your underwear...
Mesquite: You do what you gotta do, and you just don't tell anyone.