| SEAN: Yeah. |
| Yeah. |
| That’s right. |
| Baby I have to tell you, you looking
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| unbelievably delicious laying there.
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| GIRL #3: Oh Sean, you’re so sweet.
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| SEAN: Not as sweet as your silky thighs mama, I tink I want to taste’em.
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| I going to start with your scrumptious toes as an appetizers, then I’m going to move up your body with my tongue, 'til I reach those lucious icecream sundaes.
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| GIRL #3: Mm, sounds nice. |
| what else?
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| SEAN: Well, then I’m going to work my way back down, 'cause it’s time for the
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| main course. |
| I’m like a bee heading down to your honey pot. |
| But I won’t be flying away soon, no I won’t.
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| Ooh, zippity, dippity.
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| GIRL #3: Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?
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| SEAN: Yeah, baby, I got a lot on my menu, but if I could recommend something,
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| it would have to be tonight’s special: My pud.
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| GIRL #3: What did you just say?
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| SEAN: I said you going to like tonight’s special…
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| GIRL #3: And that’s your pud?
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| SEAN: Yeah.
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| GIRL #3: You got to leave.
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| SEAN: Mm-hmm. |
| A’ight. |
| Just let me find my pants and I--
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| I’m leaving.
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| Could you at least tell me the best way home? |