| Yes, give us one of those little sexy tables in the back
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| (Oh, I’m sorry Sir, those are all taken)
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| Jerome
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| (Urgh! I think maybe we can arrange it, Mr. Day)
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| Thank you so much
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| Oh Morris, was that necessary?
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| Jerome
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| Okay, okay, I’m sorry
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| (Right this way, Sir)
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| You know, this is an exciting establishment you have here
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| (What I wouldn’t give for a broken bottle)
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| I can’t hear you, what’d you say?
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| (I said, I said, «Yes, we’re remodeling»)
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| Mhm
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| (Cocktails before dinner?)
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| Yes, two Piña Coladas
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| Make mine a virgin
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| (Okay, will you be having a virgin as well?)
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| Yes! |
| For dessert! |
| Ha ha ha ha ha!
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| (Sir, I’m afraid I don’t get it)
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| Say, do you know how to do «The Walk»?
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| Why, certainly, everyone can do «The Walk»
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| Well honey, why don’t you just walk your ass to the other side of the room?
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| (Fuck you, too, nigga)
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| Ah my dear, it’s rough at the top
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| Jerome? |
| Ehem, get your pad and pencil. |
| I think it’s gonna be kinda right
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| If my judge of character’s correct, it’s gon' be by the letter tonight
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| Now stop me when I get to 17
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| Excuse me, baby
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| I bet you didn’t know I had a piece of this restaurant, did you?
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| But it looks like I’m gonna have to buy the whole thing and fire that man
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| May I taste that?
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| Excuse me, that’s kinda weak. |
| Here, try mine. |
| You know…
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| Good God
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| They say that saliva is an aphrodisiac
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| You look so lovely tonight
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| Why? |
| Thank you
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| Probably even better under exotic red lights
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| I wish you could see my home, it’s… it’s so exciting
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| In my bedroom, I have a brass waterbed
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| Really?
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| Mhm. |
| It’s just surrounded by plants and lights and shit
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| And all kinds of little erotic artifacts. |
| We could have breakfast in bed
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| Oh
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| I have an Italian cook. |
| Jerome Sa … Sa … Sagagagracci or something like that
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| It’s funny, your eyes, when you stare at me like that
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| It causes my … my stomach to quiver
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| Oh Lord!
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| Do you like diamonds?
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| … Mm, hmm!
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| Yeah?
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| … Yeah!
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| I know it’s rather masculine, but try this one on
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| Wow
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| My God darling, it fits. |
| You must have strong hands
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| But they’re so soft, like the oils in my morning bath
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| (Somebody help me)
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| Darling?
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| Yes
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| I’m not usually so forward, but … would you like to make love to me?
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| Hmm?
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| I … I could make it so nice
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| Do you know what is meant by the words, uhh??? |
| I hate to use them
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| They’re … they’re so harsh, American. |
| You know what I mean?
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| And yet on the other hand, they’re exciting words. |
| The words, «Chili sauce»
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| Oh Lord
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| You know, I haven’t made love in so long
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| But with you, I know it would be just like riding a bike
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| I’d remember everything I’ve ever learned
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| Baby, if the Kid can’t make you come, nobody can
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| (Morris)
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| Yeah?
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| Oh, um, what’s it gonna be, baby?
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| Chili sauce
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| Oh Lord |