No - because the boner always gave the game away.

Thanks....Moderate tan. Too hot to stay in the sun for long in the desert, 100 plus in LA too.....

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lt looked so small from the beach.

   
                   
But when you're on it, it's like
a cruiser or a destroyer.

   
                   
It's just regulation-size. We have three.
Mother keeps hers in Southampton.

   
                   
Daddy's is in Venezuela.
The company is laying a new pipeline.

   
                   
My dad's more interested in railroads.
Baltimore and Ohio.

   
                   
Which is the port
and which is the starboard?

   
                   
That depends on
whether you're coming or going.

   
                   
l mean, normally the aft
is on the other side of the stern.

   
                   
And that's the bridge. So that you can get
from one side of the boat to the other.

   
                   
- Would you like a glass of champagne?
- Love it. Which way?

   
                   
- You have an upstairs and a downstairs.
- Yes, the hurricane cellar.

   
                   
And another nice thing about
this yacht - lots of closet space.

   
                   
Now, let me see. Where do you
suppose the steward set it up?

   
                   
ln here.

   
                   
Of course. How silly of me.

   
                   
On Thursdays they always
serve me in the small salon.

   
                   
It's exquisite. Like a floating mansion.

   
                   
It's all right for a bachelor.

   
                   
- What a beautiful fish.
- l caught him off Cape Hatteras.

   
                   
What is it?

   
                   
It's a member of the herring family.

   
                   
A herring?

   
                   
Isn't it amazing how they get those
big fish into those little glass jars?

   
                   
They shrink when they're marinated.

   
                   
- Champagne?
- l don't mind if l do.

   
                   
Well, down the hatch, as we say at sea.

   
                   
Bon voyage.

   
                   
- Look at all that silverware.
- Trophies.

   
                   
You know. Skeet shooting,
dog breeding, water polo.

   
                   
Isn't water polo terribly dangerous?

   
                   
I'll say. l had two ponies
drowned under me.

   
                   
Where's your shell collection?

   
                   
Yes, of course.
Where could they have put it?

   
                   
You see, on Thursdays
I'm sort of lost around here.

   
                   
- What's on Thursdays?
- It's the crew's night off.

   
                   
- You mean we're alone on the boat?
- Completely.

   
                   
I've never been completely alone
with a man in the middle of the night,

   
                   
- in the middle of the ocean.
- Oh, it's perfectly safe.

   
                   
We're anchored.
The ship's in shipshape shape.

   
                   
The coastguard will call
if any icebergs appear.

   
                   
It's not the icebergs.

   
                   
But certain men would try to
take advantage of a situation like this.

   
                   
- You're flattering me.
- Of course, I'm sure you're a gentleman.

   
                   
It's not that. It's just that I'm harmless.

   
                   
- Harmless? How?
- l don't know how to put it,

   
                   
but I've got this thing about girls.

   
                   
- What thing?
- They just sort of leave me cold.

   
                   
You mean, like, frigid?

   
                   
Well, it's more like a mental block.

   
                   
When I'm with a girl,
it does absolutely nothing to me.

   
                   
- Have you tried?
- Have l. I'm trying all the time.

   
                   
See? Nothing.

   
                   
- Nothing at all?
- Complete washout.

   
                   
- That makes me feel just awful.
- My dear, it's not your fault.

   
                   
Now and then Mother Nature
throws somebody a dirty curve.

   
                   
Something goes wrong inside.

   
                   
- You mean you can't fall in love?
- Not any more.

   
                   
l was in love once,
but I'd rather not talk about it.

   
                   
- Would you like a little cold pheasant?
- What happened?

   
                   
- l don't want to bore you.
- You couldn't possibly.

   
                   
Well...

   
                   
lt was my freshman year at Princeton.

   
                   
There was this girl. Her name was Nellie.

   
                   
Her father was
the vice president of Hupmobile.

   
                   
She wore glasses, too.

   
                   
That summer we were
at the Grand Canyon.

   
                   
We were on the highest ledge
watching the sunset,

   
                   
when suddenly we got
this impulse to kiss.

   
                   
l took off my glasses.
She took off her glasses.

   
                   
l took a step toward her.

   
                   
She took a step toward me.

   
                   
Yes. Eight hours later
they brought her up by mule.

   
                   
l gave her three transfusions.
We had the same type blood - type O.

   
                   
But it was too late.

   
                   
Talk about sad.

   
                   
Ever since then,

   
                   
numb, no feelings, like my heart
was shot full of Novocain.

   
                   
You poor, poor boy.

   
                   
Yes. All the money in the world,
and what good is it?

   
                   
Mint sauce or cranberries?

   
                   
How can you think about food
at a time like this?

   
                   
What else is there for me?

   
                   
- ls it that hopeless?
- My family did everyzhing they could.

   
                   
Hired the most beautiful
French upstairs maids.

   
                   
Got a special tutor to read me
books that were banned in Boston.

   
                   
lmported a troupe of Balinese dancers

   
                   
with those bells on their ankles
and long fingernails.

   
                   
What a waste of money.

   
                   
Have you ever tried American girls?

   
                   
Why?

   
                   
Was that anyzhing?

   
                   
Thanks just the same.

   
                   
You should see a doctor - a good doctor.

   
                   
l have. l spent six months in Vienna
with Professor Freud, flat on my back.

   
                   
Then there were the Mayo brothers,
injections, hypnosis, mineral baths.

   
                   
lf l wasn't such a coward, I'd kill myself.

   
                   
Don't say that.

   
                   
There must be some girl
someplace that could...

   
                   
lf l ever found a girl that could,
I'd marry her just like that.

   
                   
- Would you do me a favour?
- Certainly. What is it?

   
                   
l may not be Dr Freud or a Mayo brother
or one of those French upstairs girls,

   
                   
but could l take another crack at it?

   
                   
All right, if you insist.

   
                   
- Anyzhing this time?
- I'm afraid not.

   
                   
- Terribly sorry.
- Would you like some more champagne?

   
                   
Maybe if we had some music.
How do you dim these lights?

   
                   
Look, it's terribly sweet of you
to want to help out, but it's no use.

   
                   
l think the light switch is over there.

   
                   
That's the radio.

   
                   
It's like taking someone
to a concert when he's tone-deaf.

   
                   
You're not giving yourself a chance.

   
                   
Don't fight it.

   
                   
Relax.

   
                   
It's like smoking without inhaling.

   
                   
So inhale.

   
                   
Daphne,

   
                   
- you're leading again.
- Sorry.

   
                   
Well?

   
                   
I'm not quite sure.

   
                   
Would you try it again?

   
                   
l got a funny sensation in my toes.

   
                   
Like someone was barbecuing them
over a slow flame.

   
                   
Let's throw another log on the fire.

   
                   
l think you're on the right track.

   
                   
l must be. Your glasses
are beginning to steam up.

   
                   
l never knew it could be like this.

   
                   
Thank you.

   
                   
They told me l was kaput,
finished, all washed up.

   
                   
And here you are, making a chump
out of all those experts.

   
                   
Mineral baths. Now, really.

   
                   
Where did you learn to kiss like that?

   
                   
l used to sell kisses for the Milk Fund.

   
                   
Tomorrow, remind me to send
a cheque for $       to the Milk Fund.

   
                   
Whoops.

   
                   
- Good night.
- Good morning.

   
                   
How much do l owe the Milk Fund so far?

   
                   
$      .

   
                   
Let's make it an even million.

   
                   
l forgot to give you a receipt.