Let me just grab this. Oh, sorry about that.
- Whammy. - Hmm.
- Uh, champ? - Yeah.
You're trying to touch my breasts, aren't you?
What can I say? I like the way you're put together.
What do you say we go out on a date?
Have some chicken, maybe some sex.
You know, see what happens?
Oh, let me get this over here.
- ( groans ) - sorry.
Oh, there it is.
I'll give this little cookie an hour
Before we're doing the no-pants dance.
- ( chuckles ) - time to musk up.
Ron: Wow.
Never ceases to amaze me.
What cologne you gonna go with?
London gentleman, or--
Wait. No, no, no. Hold on.
Blackbeard's delight.
No, she gets a special cologne.
It's called sex panther by odeon.
- ( snarling ) - it's illegal in nine countries.
Yep, it's made with bits of real panther.
- So you know it's good. - It's quite pungent.
Oh yeah.
It's a formidable scent.
It stings the nostrils.
- In a good way. - Yep.
I'm gonna be honest with you. That smells like pure gasoline.
They've done studies, you know.
60% of the time, it works every time.
That doesn't make sense.
Well...
Let's go see if we can make this little kitty purr.
( snarls )
Hey, sweet cheeks. Got an invite I'd like to extend your way.
My god.
( sniffs ) what is that smell?
- ( man coughs ) - oh!
That's the smell of desire, milady.
God, no, it smells like--
Like a used diaper filled with indian food.
Oh! Excuse me.
Desire smells like that to some people.
What is that? Smells like a turd covered in burnt hair!
- ( groaning ) - ( retching )