You're the best, baby.
Like I said, baby, you're the best.
Then you'd just have to push me in a wheelchair.
It was well timed for the snow shovelling season, but no. I was just distracted.
I'm not letting you touch me. You and your, your--
Are you naked?
Take the parka off.
Let me see if I understand this.
While I was out shovelling snow, you were getting naked?
It did take me the entire hour, yes.
What's sexier than a naked man with a cast on his leg?
Cause it takes a long time to take pants on an off, so if you get in the mood in the next two days, I'm going to be busy.
Men who shovel snow.
Goddamn, you bitched up out there, didn't you?
Would you like me to put the kettle on?
I knew my wily charm would get to you.
Central heating doesn't help?
See, you're all wrong.
You think I need this stuff to help me, but really, it's just all the romance. Its like, ice cream, but with that sauce that hardens on it. Like that.
Yeah, some, I think.
Oh, no, don't look at me like that. Your vague insults have resulted in a loss of mood. You're going to have to look after yourself now. This naked man and his cast demand better treatment.
What if you did?
That you're leaving water on the floor and you're going to have to clean it up.
Is that right?
It's getting there.
(The 12 Days of Christmas enters its fifth day. Social and political commentary must return! Also, midgets.)