Ooh, but I still smell her... Women! What could 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, just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips - and when they touched yours were like that first swallow of wine after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-hah! Big ones, little ones, nipples starin' right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em - passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Simms, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearin': pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.