What can you say ?
Who made 'em ?
God must have been a fuckin' genius.
The hair --
They say the hair is everything, you know.
Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls...
and iust wanted to go to sleep forever ?
Or lips --
and when they touched, yours were like...
that first swallow of wine...
after you iust crossed the desert.
Tits ! Whoo-ah !
Big ones, little ones,
nipples staring right out at ya...
like secret searchlights.
Mmm.
And legs --
l don't care if they're Greek columns...
or secondhand Steinways.
What's between 'em,
passport to heaven.
l need a drink.
Yes, Mr. Simms,
there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing:
pUSSy.
Hah !
Are you listening to me, son ? l'm givin' you pearls here.
l guess you really like women.
Oh, above all things !
A very, very distant second...
is a Ferrari.
Charlie ?
Give me your hand.
This is iust the start of your education, son.