Preston Blake:
[writing in his diary]
"I am a volcano of lust. My soul has been filled with images of this woman for ages. For years I have followed my mind in my business. Tonight I shall follow my heart..."
[as Preston writes this entry one night, he notices an attractive maid, the object of his desires, working in his office]
Consuela Lopez:
Want me to wipe the leaves on your ficus tree, Mr. Blake?
Preston Blake:
Please, call me Preston.
Consuela Lopez:
Want me to wipe the leaves on your ficus tree... Preston?
Preston Blake:
Yes... yes, Yes, YES!
[as the screen fades out, he grabs her...]
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