(..) but it just feels so right. Orson is just the most warm, wonderful, generous man. Oh, generous. That means he's good in the sack. Actually, uh, no. We haven't had sex yet. We're waiting until we get married. Oh, my God. You're serious? (..)

(..) l was going to school 'til l met somebody. - Met somebody? - Yeah. Uh, two big monsters... with big green eyes! - Why, l-- l-- - Monsters? - Weren't you afraid? - No, ma'am. But they tied me in a big sack. You don't say! And where was SirJiminy? Eh, huh? Oh,Jiminy? Hey, psst! Leave me outta this. They put him in a little sack. - No! - Yeah! - How did you escape? - l didn't. They chopped me into fi rewood. Oh! Oh, look! My nose! What's happened? (..)

(..) I'd hardly call this picture marvelous, it's more of a petit-bourgeois statement on how Pablo sees her. Saw her. He's distracted by the fact that she was a absolute volcano in the sack. Too rich for me. Where'd Gil run off to? Work. Been walking around Paris. You know, (..)