Arnold Schwartzenegger walks into a sperm bank, and applies to give a sample. So, the young lady at the counter hands him one of those small jars and sends him into a cabin. The second he locks the door, you can hear him moaning and groaning, combined with long sighs and heavy breathing. After five minutes of doing so, he walks out, with his ears red, his hair a mess. "Excuse me, do You have a handkerchief?" They give him the handkerchief and he goes back. Like before, moaning and groaning, sighs and heavy breathing. Ten minutes later he steps out of the cabin, covered in sweat and obviously embarassed. "I need a towel, please!" The counter clerk is a bit puzzled, but finds a clean towel and gives it to him. So he goes back to the cabin, locks the door and (again) moans, groans, sighs and breathes heavily. So, eventually, after additional fifteen minutes he gets out with a little jar in his hand, sweaty towel around his neck, his shirt all wrinkled, sweat dripping off of him. He walks to the counter and hands the jar to the young lady: "Can You open this, please?"