Max: I uh… I like your tight body. It looks like it would do what I tell it.
Joan: What?
Max: I said. . .
Joan: No, I heard what you said. And I’ll admit ‘What?’ was a rather banal, cliché, noncolorful response. What I really meant to say was: ‘Why don’t you do the world a big fat fucking favor and crawl back into your mother’s womb?’