Winifred Sanderson: Well, tell me friend, what is this contraption?
Bus Driver: I call it a bus.
Winifred Sanderson: A bus. And its purpose?
Bus Driver: To convey gorgeous creatures such as yourselves to your most...[cracks his knuckle] Forbidden desires.
Winifred Sanderson: [laughs] Well, fancy! We desire children.
Bus Driver: Hey, it may take me a couple of tries, but I don't think there's gonna be a problem.