What can you say!

Who made 'em?

God must have been a fucking genius.

A little tour of pleasures;

stay in a first class hotel,

eat an agreeable meal,

drink a nice glass of wine,

see my big brother.

Nothing like family, you know.

And then,

make love to a terrific woman.

The hair,

they say the hair is everything you know.

Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls and just

wanted to go to sleep forever?

This bat

has got sharper radar than the Nautilus.

It's fuck your buddy,

cheat on your wife,

call your mother

on Mother's day.

Or lips

and when they touched, yours were like

that first swallow of wine

after you just crossed the desert.

Burgundy, Charlie.

Burgundy.

They love it.

Bay rum.

Windsor knot.

That's my heart I'm feeling.

Haven't you heard?

Conscience is dead.

Did you ever have the feeling that you wanted to go

and still had the feeling that you wanted to stay.

It's a great day for singing a song

and it's a great day for moving along

and it's a great day from morning to night

and it's a great day

for everybody's plight.

Legs, I don't care

if they're Greek columns or secondhand Steinways.

What's between 'em

passport to heaven.

Sofia,

what are the chances of suiting you up sometime?

What a beautiful woman!

Super!

Superior!

Superfluous!

There's only two syllables in this whole wide world

worth hearing.

Pussy.

Hoo-ah!