"What if her blouse is soaking wet?"
"Then that's gross."
"What if she doused it on purpose? Then she's inviting it."
"Then she's gross, and you shouldn't give her the attention she wants."
"What if she's wearing a really bright green bra that I can see through her tank top, and it catches my eye because it's so unusual, and I can't help but look for a second on instinct?"
"Then look for one second. No longer."
"What if she takes her top off?"
"In what situation are you going to see someone do that?"
"Well, besides with you?"
"That's becoming iffy as it is, Samuel."
"What if her tanktop snags on a passing truck, tearing it off? And she's thrown to the pavement by the sudden blow?"
"What the hell?"
"She could be hurt from her fall, and I'm the only one around. Surely I should go over and help her, and in the course of being a good Samaritan, I'd look occasionally. I'm her only hope of medical attention."
"Then throw yourself under the truck to stop the driver, and ride with her to the hospital."
"Cripes. That's just mean."
"It was your stupid hypothetical, Samuel."
"Well, is it at least okay to look at her boobs while we're riding to the hospital?"
"For one second. No longer."