I don’t judge you. If she can cut her own food, she’s fair game.

OK. All I’m saying is you got to take all this down because it’s really creepy…

Look. Supermodels are beautiful girls, Will. A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you’ve been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. She can make you feel high, full of the single greatest commodity known to man–promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it’s going to be okay.

The supermodels, Willie? That’s all they are – bottled promise. Scenes from a brand new day, hope dancing in stiletto heels.

I am now going to check your freezer for human heads.

A beautiful girl’s all-powerful and that is as good as love. That’s as good as love.