"All dames are alike: they reach down your throat so they can grab your heart, pull it out and they throw it on the floor, and they step on it with their high heels, they spit on it, shove it in the oven and then cook the shit out of it. Then they slice it into little pieces, slam it on a hunk of toast and they serve it to you. And they expect you to say 'Thanks, honey, it's delicious.'"