When Navaan and a guy disguised as a statue are bound to chairs and held prisoners, she knocks herself and the guy over in an attempt to bite through his ropes, then shuffles over to him and bites off a part of his robe.
Statue: Are we escaping here or having sex?
Navaan:(mouth full of cock) Ffex. Leff difficulc.
The Incense of Wisdom
Chemist 1: I've devised an "incense of bad decisions"!
Chemist 2: Why have you labelled it "incense of wisdom"?
A fortuneteller has reduced her Tarot deck to "The Lovers" and "Death" for efficiency— one doesn't want to waste a portentous moment on the Three of Cups or something. Three guesses what card the customer pulls.