Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh, but I
still smell her.
[inhales deeply through nose]
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who
made 'em? God must have been a f..ckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair
is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of
curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched,
yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the
desert. T..ts. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, n.. ples staring right out at ya,
like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or
secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink.
Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth
hearing: p..sy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.
