"[I]f an American jumps out of an airplane, you can't sell him a parachute until after he hits the ground.
...I’ll be true, I’ll be useful, I’ll be cavalier; I’ll be yours, my dear.
You’ve got wits, you’ve got looks, you’ve got passion, but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?
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