[GLORIA, spoken]
Now you listen to me, Mr. Smartypants. You're not going to get away with it. I'll give you twenty-four hours to come through with my ring, or the engagement is off. 

[RODNEY, spoken]
Your ring, huh? Well, let's get this straight once and for all. It's my ring—

[GLORIA, spoken]
Oh!

[RODNEY, spoken]
And I'll give it to whomever I damn well want!

[GLORIA, spoken]
Oh!

[RODNEY, spoken]
Oh, women, women, women! I'm sick of them!

(sung)
More than a mackerel hates a hook
Or a pickpocket hates a glove
Or a sultan hates his amorous mates
That's how I'm sick of love
More than a hound is sick of fleas
Or Life is sick of Pic
Or a watchman yawns at beautiful dawns
That's how of love I'm sick
I'm sick of love when the world goes right
Of lovе when the world goes wrong
Thе silver screens and the books and magazines
They drip with love's old sweet song
I swear to you by the earth below
And the bachelor saints above
As a secretary chokes at the boss's jokes
That's how I am sick
That's how I am sick
That's how I am sick of love