At the end of the night, I take over two $20 bills to make change for two of my fellow karateka (somehow I wound up in charge of the money), and I'm standing next to a woman with Significant Cleavage. As I deal with the bartender, a guy walks up to the woman next to me. Now this guy's first beer of the evening is a distant, hazy memory -- and he says to her, "I don't mean to be rude, but -- are those real?"
I have to admit, I never expected to hear someone say that in real life. I thought that was just in the realm of porno movies and standup routines......
Somehow, I managed not to turn to the guy and say, "What the fuck? I mean, really, what -- the -- FUCK?"