Tira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .
No gold-digging for me; I take diamonds! We may be off the gold standard someday.
I only read biographies, metaphysics and psychology. I can dream up my own fiction.
Sometimes I don't drink so the next day I can remember having fun.
Men are all alike - except the one you've met who's different.
One more drink and I'll be under the host.