[Crash]
I don't believe in Quantum Physics when it comes to matters of the heart.
As he was leaving, Annie asked: "What do you believe in, then?" He rattled off his list of beliefs:
[Crash]
Well, I believe in the soul, the co*k, the p**y, the small of a woman's back, the hangin' curveball, high fiber, good Scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, over-rated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there oughta be a constitutional amendment outlawing AstroTurf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core p**nography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve. And I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. Good-night.
His speech was followed by Annie's cla**ic, breathless response: "Oh, my!"