: [Denise is admiring Ted as he walks by
] Ooohhh, he's delicious isn't he? I'd serve coffee on that ass.
: Do you have to be so vulgar about men? Like they're pieces of meat?
: I'm sorry, John. I forgot you're sensitive about your flat ass.
: You know, Denise, that's why you're not married. Women act like men. Then they complain men don't want them.
: Oh, is that why? 'Cause I thought it was something different. I thought that it was 'cause I deserved the best and he's out there. He's just with all the wrong women. And let me be clear. After CENTURIES of men looking at my **** in stead of my eyes and pinching my ass instead of shaking my hand, I now have the *DIVINE* right to stare at a man's BACKSIDE with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to!
: All I know is, if you don't figure out this something, you'll just stay ordinary, and it doesn't matter if its a work of art or a taco, or a pair of socks! Just create something... new, and there it is, and its you, out in the world, out side of you and you can look at it, or hear it, or read it, or feel it... and you know a little more about... you. A little bit more than anyone else does... Does that make any sense at all?
: Yeah... you're saying you want to paint socks.
From P.S. I love you