- Mark my words, three hours, nine glasses of wine,
and four boat-related anecdotes from now,
Victor is going to wish he never set foot in Butternut.
What do you think you're doing?
- Take it off.
- You devil woman.
I don't find him attractive.
At all. I--
Keep your shirt on, I, I, I command you.
There's no hair on his chest.
Why, he's a Greek God.
- Go, Victor.
- Your beefcake beartrapwill not work on me.