Cassie: I think that since Sid and Michelle are together, we should do the same.
Tony: What, go out?
Cassie: Yeah.
Tony: Get dressed up? Go on a date?
Cassie: Yeah.
Tony: And we’d talk and eat dim sum and I’d take you home.
Cassie: And I’d walk you upstairs.
Tony: And I’d knock my head and fall back down the stairs.
Cassie: And I’d run and get the witch-hazel.
Tony: And I’d say “Witch-hazel? Why? Are you 90? Give me some fucking painkillers.”
Cassie: And I’d say “Hey! It’s an excellent astringent and we’re out of asprin anyway.” And I’d turn the argument into a good hard fuck.
Tony: Oh, that’s where we might have a problem.
Cassie: What do you mean?
Tony: I’ve got… a bit of a problem in the downstairs department.
Cassie: What?
Tony: You know… downstairs.
Cassie: What? Where?
Tony: Oh, for fuck’s sake! My cock doesn’t work.
Cassie: What?
Tony: My cock doesn’t work!
