Clive:
I don't think I ever want to have sex.
Gypsy:
Mm-hmm
Clive:
I'm serious.
Gypsy:
Ok.
Clive:
I just want someone to kiss, with big, soft, delicious lips. He'd have to smother me in old-school romance. I mean, candles and incense, Moët and Chandon, but only in a deserted castle in the south of France.
Gypsy:
[releases pent-up laughter]
Oh my god. You are so much more of a girl than I am.
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