"Oh Nancy, you sultry temptress. We are ready to fall at your feet, even if you're really a doll for Big Daddy Wallstreet, if you just blow us a kiss. You really love us, don't you, secretly? You're ready to run away with us, aren't you, to escape all that wealth and luxury, those dreary fox furs, champagne baths and lobster dinners? Come live with us on Main Street, with the termites and garbage, the unemployment lines and homeless shelters, the creditors and process-servers, the wailing, sickly kids and neurotic mothers.
What, you say? Give you 700,000 billion dollars and you're ours forever. Gotta a pen, honey? Sweep me away!"
