Mel Gibson and a euphemisim for a vagina go for a jog…
MR. BEAVER: What are we gonna do tonight, Mel?
MEL: Same thing we do every night, Mr. Beaver. Blame the Jews.
MR. BEAVER: Wow. Really? I thought we’d just get drunk and drive around.
MEL: Can we say it’s the Jews’ fault?
MR. BEAVER: … I can’t hang out with you anymore.
MEL: Is it because of the Jews?
MR. BEAVER: Get your hand out of my colon.