Sunday papers. Got ya

Willie Conway:

I look at you and I think it's amazing that there's a guy out there gets to do all kinds of things with you. He gets to make you happy and spend evenings with you... Andera:
...make me martinis, listen to Van Morrison... Willie Conway:
...smell your skin... Andera:
...after a day at the beach. Willie Conway:
Yeah, and read the papers... Andera:
...on a Sunday morning... Willie Conway:
...a rainy Sunday morning, and pepper your belly with baby kisses... Sorry. Andera:
The thing is, there's a guy out there thinks the same thing about Tracy and he's jealous of you because you get to do all that with her. Willie Conway:
Let me ask you something; can you think of anything better than making love to an attractive stranger... with just an oil light to guide your way? Can you think of anything better? Andera:
Going back to Chicago. Ice cold martini. Van Morrison. Willie Conway:
Sunday papers. Got ya