-{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?
