-{Sean pouring champagne}-
SEAN: Yeah. Yeah. That\'s right. Baby I have to tell you, you looking unbelievably delicious laying there.
GIRL #3: Oh Sean, you\'re so sweet.
SEAN: Not as sweet as your silky thighs mama, I tink I want to taste\'em.
-{He presses the \'play\' button on his tape player}-
I going to start with your scrumptious toes as an appetizers, then I\'m going to move up your body with my tongue, \'til I reach those lucious icecream sundaes.
GIRL #3: Mm, sounds nice. what else?
SEAN: Well, then I\'m going to work my way back down, \'cause it\'s time for the main course. I\'m like a bee heading down to your honey pot. But I won\'t be flying away soon, no I won\'t.
-{she laughs sensually}-
Ooh, zippity, dippity.
-{she takes a sip on the champagne}-
-{she laughs sensually}-
GIRL #3: Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?
SEAN: Yeah, baby, I got a lot on my menu, but if I could recommend something, it would have to be tonight\'s special: My pud.
GIRL #3: What did you just say?
SEAN: I said you going to like tonight\'s special...
GIRL #3: And that\'s your pud?
SEAN: Yeah.
GIRL #3: You got to leave.
SEAN: Mm-hmm. A\'ight. Just let me find my pants and I--
-{looks for pants, finds them, struggles to put them on}-
I\'m leaving.
-{zips up pants}- -{stops tape player, pulls out tape}-
Could you at least tell me the best way home?
