Michelle: God, Mitt, we are finally alone. I want your hard, hot body so bad.
Mitt: Michelle, you don't know how long I've wanted this. I am so tired of that
frigid ass, bleached blonde, self important, bi----, I mean...She rides that
damn horse all day, and, I swear, her thighs are like leather.
Michelle: My ass is soft, Mitt darling...Ohhhh! Take those pants off.
Mitt: I'm ready for your love, Michelle.
Michelle: (Looking down) Mitt, is that it? That's all there is? Damn it. You even
lied about that. I'm outta here.
Mitt: Michelle, before you go, would you mind taking out my laundry?