My God, man, you ought to get down on your knees and thank me. Don’t you see that you have a woman in your house now? Can’t you see she’s bursting? You telling me with those strangulated adenoids of yours—“well now, I’ll tell you… there’s two ways of looking at that. …” Fuck your two ways of looking at things! Fuck your pluralistic universe, and your Asiatic acoustics! Don’t hand me your red wine or your Anjou… hand her over… she belongs to me!
