Maid: Uh … Miss Judith. Did you forget something this morning?
Judith: I don’t think so. Washed my face, brushed my teeth, shined my sword, grabbed my severed head …
Maid: But … don’t you feel a draft?
Judith: Well, wearing my hair up like this does expose my neck.
Maid: No. Go lower.
Judith: (in a low voice) Wearing my hair up like this does expose my neck.
Maid: NO!! I meant your breasts! You’re slippin’ a nip!! Your boobs are busting out!!!
Judith: Well, CRAP!! The elastic must have worn out in my bodice. That’s the last time I shop at the Bethulia
Boutique. You don’t think anyone will notice, do you?
Maid: Of course not. Why would foreign soldiers far from home without women look at your perky little tits?
Judith: Can you distract them?
Maid: Sure. If I wave that severed head around I’m sure they won’t notice.
Judith: (pause) …. Do you really think my tits are little?