"You should dress up as a naughty nurse."
"Um... you mean I should wear my scrubs?"
"No! Yeek! That's not what naughty nurses wear!"
"I'm a nurse! I'm naughty!"
(Technically I'm a nursing assistant, but Alan has never grasped the subtle difference between a two-month night class that teaches you to give bedbaths and drain catheter bags and a four-year course of schooling that qualifies you to assist with surgery. He wants to call me a nurse, I'll roll with that.)
(I have a set of "Spider-Man" brand scrubs. Little webs on them and everything. Any man who would let me be his Naughty Nurse in those puppies would be my hero.)