Oh, it turned me on.

Sounds like make-out music.

It kind of turned me on too.

I think I have a little more appropriate music here.

I'm gonna go clean up.

Well, that turned out to be an enjoyable evening after all, didn't it?

Oh, I'm just heating up some garlic bread in the oven.

Why don't you put on a little music and I'll fix us something wet.

I was laid up in the hospital after open-heart surgery, no less.

I was just starting to work up a sweat.

I am gonna sprinkle you with a little Chrissy sugar, then I'm gonna pop you in the oven and bake you at 450 until you're brown as one of my daddy's loafers.

The idea just popped into my head this morning while I was lacing up my underwear.

Oh, baby, I am gonna sex you up something awful tonight.

There'll be a truck over to your home at daybreak to pick up all the things I've given you.

Tony, kid, get out of this now, before it blows up in your face.

Uh, Margaret, I don't want to butt in, but I think you screwed something up there.

I mean, all you gotta do is pick up young, attractive debutantes at their homes and take them to plays.

The 60s.

Neither did the rest of the audience.

The meter's running.