I often find it hilarious how so many women, when describing the type of man they are looking for, go into some description of an overly sensitive "sissified" type character, yet they ALL seem to know, on a genetic level, what a real man is.
Case in point:
"It's all so boring here, Margot. There's nothing but playboys and tennis pros."
"If only I could find a real man!"
<Sound of parachute on top of the boat as Bond lands on the roof.>
"I need to use your phone. She'll call you back."
"Who are you?"
"Bond. James Bond."
"Exercise control, here. I'll report in an hour."
"Won't you join me?"
"Better make that two."
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