That’s the look, Bobby.
The look of love.
“Love’s fine, but I’d prefer some light hanky-panky.”
You’re gonna get it.
Get it all over you.
“All right, c’mere.”
SIDLE SIDLE SIDLE
“What’s wrong with you, man? You’re at a party.”
No you’re at a party. I’m at my desk.
“You’ve never quite made the rules of this universe clear.”
You’ll be the first to know what they are.
“Ah. So, yeah: lemme work in peace.”
Billy always tells me about his sex life.
“Billy tells the planet about his sex life. It was half his book. I’m, uh, a gentleman.”
You are, Bobby.
“Now let me get back to trying to pork Loni Anderson.”