Oy my little yiddisher pickel,

"Wait ricpic, wait! You can't go back in time. Let me finished getting dressed. You can't just make love to me and then go back to the future."
"I am not going to the future my little babka. I am going to the past."
"What the past, you are going for some old hag. What's the matter with you?"
"But in the past they are not old my little cooze-cous! They are young and ripe. And voluptuous.
Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha."