Friday, December 07, 2007

Some like it hot

- I called Mama. She was so happy, she cried. She wants you to have her wedding gown. It's white lace.
- Osgood, I can't get married in your mother's dress. She and I, we are not built the same way.
- We can have it altered.
- Oh no, you don't. Osgood, I'm gonna level with you. We can't get married at all.
- Why not?
- Well... in the first place I'm not a natural blonde.
- Doesn't matter.
- I smoke. I smoke all the time.
- I don't care.
- I have a terrible past. For three years I've been living with a saxophone player.
- I forgive you.
- I can never have children.
- We can adopt some.
- You don't understand, Osgood. I'm a man.
- Well, nobody' perfect.

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