Your beauty and the beast In one luscious Christmas gift, you said you were going to scare the ice princess.

She looked pretty scared to me, huh?

A touch of the bubbly.

So, what are we waiting for?

Let's consummate our fiendish union.

What are you talking about?

Come on.

Can't you picture it's dark in the mayor's mansion?

I'm bushed.

So here you come into the bedroom, twitching your little tail, my slippers in one hand, a dry martini in the other.

I wouldn't touch you to scratch.

You get allows a minx.

I have your spade.

You sent out all the signals, and I don't think I like you anymore.

What?

Good bye, Goto heaven, okay?