"Sure, I want women!" I flared at him. "I want a million of them! I
want Esther Williams and Minnie Mouse and anyone else that looks good
to me. But I don't want them on a silver platter with a gilt chain. I
want them when I want them--my wife and the waitress at Art's, and the
beer I used to drink would taste a lot better than the beer you said
I'd get and never seen!"
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