"Ma-mu-ma'am, you are na—ked."
"I'm in my own home. Can't I be naked in my own home?"
He took in a deep breath. "Well, most people aren't when they come to the door."
"Well, I'm not most people. What does it do to you to have to deliver a pizza to someone not wearing any clothes?"
"It ba-bu-bothers me."
"It bothers you because you are revolted by it or because it excites you?"
"It's exciting."
"But I'm sure that if I were twenty years older it would be revolting to you, wouldn't it?"
"Uh-uh-I don't know. I suppose so."
"And yet it would be the same body. The same type of replication of cells, just not as beautifully rendered. Not worth stuttering over. If I were you I would go to a speech therapist and get that cured.