-{Sean pouring champagne}-

SEAN: Yeah.  Yeah.  That's right.  Baby I have to tell you, you looking unbelievably delicious laying there.

GIRL #3:  Oh Sean, you're so sweet.

SEAN:  Not as sweet as your silky thighs mama, I tink I want to taste'em. 

 -{He presses the 'play' button on his tape player}-

I going to start with your scrumptious toes as an appetizers, then I'm going to move up your body with my tongue, 'til I reach those lucious icecream sundaes.

GIRL #3:  Mm, sounds nice. what else?

SEAN:  Well, then I'm going to work my way back down, 'cause it's time for the main course.  I'm like a bee heading down to your honey pot.  But I won't be flying away soon, no I won't.

-{she laughs sensually}-

Ooh, zippity, dippity.

-{she takes a sip on the champagne}-

 -{she laughs sensually}-

GIRL #3:  Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?

SEAN:  Yeah, baby, I got a lot on my menu, but if I could recommend something, it would have to be tonight's special:  My pud.

GIRL #3:  What did you just say?

SEAN:  I said you going to like tonight's special...

GIRL #3:  And that's your pud?

SEAN:  Yeah.

GIRL #3:  You got to leave.

SEAN:  Mm-hmm.  A'ight.  Just let me find my pants and I-- 

 -{looks for pants, finds them, struggles to put them on}-  

 I'm leaving. 

  -{zips up pants}-  -{stops tape player, pulls out tape}-

Could you at least tell me the best way home?