I can't get past the fact that food is coming out of my wife's breasts. What was once essentially an entertainment center has now become a juice bar.

In this comic observation, Reiser riffs on the psychological whiplash some new fathers feel when a partner’s body takes on an overtly maternal function. The humor comes from bluntly contrasting eroticized, adult “entertainment” with the practical reality of breastfeeding—reframing breasts as a utilitarian “juice bar.” Beneath the joke is a candid admission of adjustment: intimacy, desire, and identity within a couple can feel temporarily reorganized around the baby’s needs. The line also plays with cultural discomfort about breastfeeding by exaggerating the speaker’s inability to reconcile sexual and nurturing associations in the same body.