If you're a spirit and you can travel to other dimensions and galaxies and find out the mysteries of the universe, you think she's going to want to hang around Drexler's funeral home on Ocean Parkway?
You know, I've been thinking. I cannot envision any circumstances in which I'll ever have the opportunity to have sex again. How's it gonna happen? I just don't see how it could occur.
It just didn't work out. What can I do? I wanted to love her, I tried to love her. I couldn't. I kept looking at her face. I'd go "come on, love her. Love her!"
I love the mirror in that bathroom! I don't know what in the hell it is, I look terrific in that mirror. I don't know if it's the tile or the lighting. I feel like Robert Wagner.
Don't you see? Women like that are like members of a secret tribe living in a forbidden city. People like me have not been inside in thousands of years.