Sandra Quotes in The Expendables (2010)

Sandra: What are your names?

Lee Christmas: [points to himself] Buda...

Lee Christmas: [points to Barney] ... Pest

Sandra: Follow me, please.

[walks away]

Barney Ross: [slowly turns to Lee; deadpan] Buda and Pest? Nice.

Sandra: How do you know they'll be back?

Todd: Because they're soldiers, Sir. Like me.

Sandra: Why are they doing this?

Todd: They're obeying orders, Sir. It's their duty.

Sandra: Do you know how many there will be?

Todd: Seventeen more, Sir.

Sandra: Oh my God, you can't fight seventeen more on your own, you have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight.

Todd: No.

Sandra: Why not?

Todd: Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir.

Sandra: But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do?

Todd: I'm going to kill them all, Sir.

Sandra: Sgt. Todd... what's it like? What's it like being a soldier? What do you think about?

[silence]

Sandra: You must think about something?

[silence]

Sandra: What about feelings then?

[silence]

Sandra: You must *feel* something?

[pause]

Todd: Fear.

Sandra: Fear?

Todd: Fear and discipline.

Sandra: Now?

Todd: Always.

Sandra: Brave. It means that even when you're scared you control your emotions. You make the fear be really small and tiny.

Otis: [after Sandra gives birth to their first puppy] It's a boy! It's a boy! It's a boy!

Sandra: Uh, Otis... you ran out a little too soon.

Otis: It's a litter! It's a litter!

Officer Daniels: We really have two choices here.

Sandra: Okay, what do you need?

Officer Daniels: We need to find the money, but I want to make this as easy as possible for Becky, wouldn't you agree?

Sandra: Yes, I would.

Officer Daniels: So that's the first thing. And in this situation, either... and I don't like this... we drag her downtown, we book her, we process her, we put her in a holding cell, where she'll probably be all night.

Sandra: That seems very extreme.

Officer Daniels: Yeah, I mean, I think in order to keep this sort of contained, what we could do is just have you strip-search her right now. Would just be easier and quicker, I think.

Sandra: You should never ever wish anyone dead. What if it became true?

Arthur Morrison: [as Blake enters the kitchen] Aha! Here he is! Sleeping beauty. Blake meet Sandra our new maid. Maid or housekeeper? Or Skivvy,I'm joking, let's just say you're one of the family.

Sandra: Pleased to meet you Blake.

Young Blake Morrison: You're Scottish...

[last lines]

Sandra: What is your problem?

Johnny: What's *your* problem?

Sandra: All these silly questions and...

Johnny: Well look - I've never met a nurse before and I'm just interested in, uh, well in life. I mean, do you think it's worth saving?

Sandra: Of course I do. But there is a time and a place and actually this isn't the time or...

Johnny: The place?

Sandra: No. And this is where I...

Johnny: Live?

Sandra: Yes, and I'm not feeling very...

Johnny: Sexy?

Sandra: ...comfortable, actually. I'm not feeling very comfortable.

Johnny: Well make yourself comfortable, luv, or slip into something more

[mouths the word]

Johnny: comfortable.

Sandra: [starts to leave] My bath. Hot toast. Hot milk. Hot water bottle. Bed. Sleep.

Johnny: Do you like me?

Sandra: I don't know you so...

Johnny: Do you find me attractive?

[Sandra is speechless]

Johnny: Well listen luv, it's like this - I find you attractive. Very attractive.

Sandra: Enough. I've had enough. It comes at me from all angles... You... all of you just... it's the tin lids... When... how will the world ever...

Johnny: End?

Sandra: Yes!

[Sandra leaves]

Johnny: You know at birth when you cut the umbilical cord - what would happen if, uh, well if it was never cut?

Sandra: I don't need this. I just...

Johnny: Well it'd be embarrassing, wouldn't it? Especially at my age.

Jane: Would you like a cup of tea, Sandra?

Sandra: Tea can do many things, Jane, but it can't bring back the dead.

Connor Mead: I am begging you: don't run away. You and Paul have something so rare, so powerful! Don't chicken out now.

Sandra: "Don't chicken out"? He cheated.

Connor Mead: Get over it. It was years ago! With some slutty friend of yours! A friend, incidentally, that you're not even mad at. And you know why? Because you don't actually care. You love Paul so much you forgave him the second you heard, and that's what scares you.

Sandra: You have no idea how I feel. No idea!

Connor Mead: Yes, I do. I've been in your shoes. You know what? It scared the hell out of me too. What if she hurt me? What if she left me? What if she died? It would have been the end of me. So I cut it short, before she ever could. And you know what? It was the biggest mistake I ever made. And you're making the same mistake right now, and I'll be goddamned if I'm going to sit by and watch. You've got to risk love, Sandra! I didn't and look at me! I'm a lonely ghost of a man. It doesn't mean that you're never going to get hurt, but the pain you feel will never compare to the regret that comes from walking away from love. And from someone who's felt a lot of both, trust me, pain beats regret every day of the week and twice on Sunday. Don't run away. Don't do it.

Sandra: I can't believe I'm saying this but, uh, I think you might be right.

Connor Mead: So. Do you want to get married?

Sandra: I do.

Connor Mead: You do?

Sandra: Yes!

Sergeant Volkom: It's not complicated. Our guests are represented by the Allies. Paul, you and your guests are Nazis.

Paul: I'll try not to read into that, sir.

Sergeant Volkom: Blue frogmen are non-requisite support personnel. Waiters, photographers, caterers, band members and so forth.

Jenny Perotti: Oh, Donna, look. You got a grenade launcher.

Donna the Bridesmaid: Oh, my God, I love grenade launchers.

[Jenny looks at Donna and smiles]

Sandra: Daddy, you're not showing off your seating chart, are you?

[in the local shop]

Vera: Sorry, Sand, you're a bit short, love.

Sandra: How much?

Vera: One fifty? What's it to be?

[Sandra wonders what items to put back on the shelf]

Shane: What about them aeroplane things, mam?

Sandra: What?

[Shane points at Sandra's pack of sanitary towels]

Shane: Them things with wings on.

Jamie: You know who Claude Monet is?

Sandra: Jamie, don't make me out to be thick.

Jamie: Who was he then?

Sandra: He painted the Sixteenth Chapel.

Sandra: What happened? School burned down, did it?

Jamie: Yeah.

Sandra: What was it this time? IRA bomb?

Jamie: Fundamentalist Muslim pyromaniacs.

Sandra: Oh, funny, that. Looked all right when I walked past it.

Leah: Don't suppose you've got any jobs in your new pub?

Sandra: No. But if I ever do turn it into a brothel I'll get back to you, ok?

Sandra: You're pissed! From a bloody gay bar!

Jamie: How do you know it's a gay bar?

Sandra: Cos it's got a bloody great pink neon arse outside of it!

Sandra: It's not natural, is it?

Jamie: What ain't?

Sandra: A girl her age being into Mama Cass.

Leah: She's got a really beautiful voice.

Sandra: And what's wrong with Madonna?

Leah: She's a slag.

Sandra: Hypocrite.

Ste: There ain't nowhere else.

Sandra: There is, actually, Ste. There's an island in the Mediterranean called Lesbian, and all its inhabitants are dykes. So you've got your eye wiped there.

Sandra: It's for his bird.

Tony: Do you have to use words like that? It really disempowers you.

Sandra: Where are you going?

Jamie: Out with my mates.

Sandra: Jamie... you ain't got any mates.

Jamie: [hearing phone ring] That'll be the phone.

Sandra: Well it wouldn't be the bloody Hoover bag, would it?

Sandra: [Talking about Ste after he rushes off, obviously upset] What's his problem?

Jamie: He's in love, that's all.

Leah: Come on Slasher, let's go.

Sandra: Slasher? What do you slash, crepe paper?

Leah: He's incontinent.

Sandra: Jamie, who played the Baroness in the Sound of Music?

Jamie: Eleanor Parker!

Sandra: All I want outta life is enough money to buy a decent pair o'shoes that don't let in the rain.

Sandra: Those most afraid of gays are gay themselves.

Georg: What are you talking about? Am I gay just because this shit gets on my nerves?

Gene Loomis: So, what did they give you?

Sandra: A week's detention.

Gene Loomis: Wow.

Sandra: They put Gandhi away for a year,

Gene Loomis: I don't know that many people around here.

Sandra: Uh-huh.

Shirley Moochmore: Are you one of Dr Thornbender's patients as well?

Sandra: Yep. And I love her. And I don't like whiteys as a rule, but Shaz... Shaz isn't white. She's a new colour. She's mauve.

Shaz: Awwwwww

Sandra: It's true, Shaz, you're mauve. You're fucking mauve. Now Shaz knows. She knows. She's gonna change your fucking life.

Shirley Moochmore: That's the impression I get.

Sandra: [singing, as Marilyn Monroe] A kiss on the lips could be quite continental, but diamonds are a girl's best -

Phil Allen: What the hell happened to you?

Sandra: The total look - Marilyn Monroe.

Phil Allen: Well, I didn't think you were the milkman.

Sandra: You'd better hurry up. Tell me something to make me love you.

Billy Davidsson: We do occasionally get some tips. Do you know anyone by the name of Keyser Soze? Tony Montana?

Sandra: No.

Billy Davidsson: You don't. OK. They're not registered anywhere.

Billy Davidsson: I guess you could say... Wait, didn't you have red hair before?

[pause]

Billy Davidsson: Well, I guess you could say... Hey, could you remove that dead fly there, it looks really disgusting. Thanks.

Sandra: [removed a dead fly from the window]

Billy Davidsson: I guess you could say that... These things... happen. Things disappear. People disappear.

Sandra: [Pulls out a cigerette] All right, Trace?

Tracey: No. I hear this welding is bad for your health!

Sandra: [Checking mail] Bill, bill, bill, bill... I don't know why this bloke keeps writing to me!

Tracey: Who?

Sandra: Bill. There's no way I'm meeting him: Strangeways.

Tracey: I could do with a snack, chips with curry sauce

Sandra: I fancy a bag o' crisps!

Tracey: Ooh, what flavour?

Sandra: Prawn cocktail?

Tracey: Ooh, you posh git!

Foreman: Hey, you two! Now, what would you say if I thought you two were doing a terrific job, and you both deserve a raise?

Sandra: Really?

Tracey: Really?

Foreman: NOOOOOOO! You're bloody awful! You're rubbish! The deliveries are weeks behind, your timekeeping stinks, and as for your safety record, you're worse than that bloke with Parkinson's down at the nitroglycerine factory! You two are a couple of useless, brain-dead seacows. Just give me one more excuse to fire your fat arses. Go on!

[a fire that Sandra unknowingly started earlier reaches some gas tanks, causing an explosion that demolishes the factory]

Sandra: There is a kind of relief that it's gone - the job, and even Albert. But I know what it is, it's just irresponsible, that's all. And I don't have the vaguest idea who I am.

Murray: It's just that there are all these Sandras running around who you've never met before, and it's confusing at first, fantastic. But damn it, isn't it great to find out how many Sandras there are? It's like those little cars in the circus, you know? This tiny red car comes out, hardly big enough for a midget, and it putters around, and suddenly its doors open and out come a thousand clowns, whooping and hollering and raising hell.

Murray: You didn't answer my question. Would you like to visit the Empire State Building?

Sandra: No, not really.

Murray: Well, then how about the zoo?

Sandra: Not just now.

Murray: Well, then will you marry me?

Sandra: What?

Murray: Just a bit of shock treatment there. I have found after long experience that it's the quickest way to get a woman's attention when her mind wanders. Always works.

Sandra: I hate Raymond Ledbetter and he's only nine years old! But some of... some of them I like too much, and I worry about them all day long. It is an obvious conflict against all professional standards. I didn't like Raymond Ledbetter so I tried to understand him. And now that I understand him... I hate him!

Sandra: Well, Murray, um, to sort of return to reality for a moment...

Murray: I'll only go as a tourist.

Nick: Why don't they call you guys officer-esses?

Sandra: I beg your pardon?

Nick: You know, like actress. Something to signify... You know.

Sandra: Oh. I guess they feel a police officer is a police officer. Not a... You know.

Nick: Okay then. Sorry I couldn't have been helpful, Officer-ess.

Sandra: We have now officially popped your body-piercing cherry.

Sandra: I'm gonna tell you something about men, darlin'. They're are all dogs. They all wanna cheat. And if they're not doin' it, then they're thinking about doin' it. And if they're not thinking about it, then they're thinking about not thinking about it.

Sandra: Getting out always costs you something.

Sandra: I'm gettin' myself a new partner!

Ethel Whitehead: You should get yourself a couple of other new items, if you'll pardon the expression.

Rashad: Also, when we get the funds, we should gather all the parents at your church, Reverend Blunton, and you give an encouraging speech before handing over the check to the principal of Stuyvesant.

Rev. Jones: An encouraging speech.

Rashad: Yeah. I could hear it now. Blunton giving a speech, directed at the poor black folks, denouncing further spending on depreciable products while investing more in their children's education. We'll be leading by example when handing over the check.

Sandra: What?

Alex: Poor black people?

Rashad: Blunton can also encourage everyone to start celebrate black intellectual ability, not just athletes and rappers.

Courtney: Who doesn't do that now?

Rashad: Most black people I grew up with.

Blunton: I'm not doing anything of the kind.

Rashad: Why not? The dropout rate was at its highest last year at the Stuy. Education is no big deal to them.

Sandra: Rashad. It would make Cal look like a... middle class elitist.

Alex: An obnoxious, middle class elitist.

Courtney: A non authentically black, obnoxious, middle class elitist.

Sandra: I wish that was me.

Manu: Who?

Sandra: That bird singing...

Sandra: Everytime I feel like a beggar, a thief coming to take their money. They look at me, ready to hit me. I feel like I'm hitting them too.

Timur: Hello.

Sandra: Hello. Your daughter told me you were here. I was round at your place. I wanted to see you about the vote on the bonus and me being laid off. Juliette and I saw Dumont and he'll let us hold another ballot Monday because Jean-Marc influenced people by telling them that Dumont wanted to lay off staff anyway. So if it wasn't me who was made redundant it would be them... So... I wanted to ask you if... if you'd vote for me to stay on Monday.

Timur: [in tears] Of course I will. I'm really glad you're here. I'm so mad at myself for voting for my bonus. I'm sorry.

Sandra: Don't be sorry. I can understand. 1.000 Euros.

Timur: No. I'm ashamed. I even forgot what you did for me. Remember? When I broke those cells... and you said you did it. You remember.

Sandra: Yes, and Jean-Marc even said: "Fine example to set the new guy!"

Timur: I'm really glad you came.

[last lines]

Sandra: Manu? Are you there? We put up a good fight. I'm happy. Me too.

Sandra: [to Jean-Marc] You're heartless.

Sandra: I don't exist. I'm nothing. Nothing at all!

Sandra: I don't want the kids to see me crying.

[first lines]

Sandra: Hello? I was resting. Just a second. I have to get my tart out. I've made a tart for the kids. Yes, why? Tell me why. No. No, Juliette. No.

[hangs off the phone]

Sandra: You mustn't cry.

Sandra: I feel so alone, Manu.

Marisa: Who are you?

Sandra: Sandra.

Marisa: My daughter's name is Sandra. How old are you?

Sandra: Thirty-seven, mom.

Marisa: She's younger.

Matt: I have to do it.

Sandra: Do what?

Matt: Fuck a corpse.

Deputy Winslow: You're gonna have to keep your people away from that place, Holt. It's condemned. Next time I catch anybody over there, I'm gonna have to run 'em in.

Jeff: Uh, he told us that...

Paul: I'll handle this, Jeff.

Deputy Winslow: Might even get a warrant against you.

Paul: Oh, really?

Deputy Winslow: [to Paul] Look, Holt, people say that what you do with these kids is great. You got a good reputation. But if I was you, I'd have located in the next county. You're too close. Things have been quiet for five years and that's the way we want to keep it.

Paul: So do I, officer. So do I.

[to Jeff and Sandra]

Paul: You two, take off. We'll talk at dinner.

Sandra: We'll never do it again, sir.

Jeff: Thanks, Mr. Holt.

Deputy Winslow: You're not even going to reprimand them? No punishment? What kind of place is this?

Paul: Ginny?

Ginny: Yes, Paul?

Paul: No seconds on dessert for Jeff and Sandra tonight.

Sandra: Oh, my God, they're towing us!

Jeff: Oh, shit. Ted, I'll call you back!

[hangs up the phone while he and Sandra try to flag down the truck]

Jeff: Hey! This is my truck! This is my truck! Asshole! This is my truck!

[they chase the truck around the bend and hear laughter which causes them to stop]

Ted: [laughing] Welcome to God's country!

Russell: If this is my uncle's house, why are *we* sleeping in the van?

Sandra: Who says we're sleeping?

Sandra: [while skinny-dipping] You need a formal invitation? Russell party for two, right this way please.

Russell: When did you first fall in love with me?

Sandra: The first time I saw the enormous size of your beautiful... wallet.

Sandra: So what do you think of Nick?

Melissa: [eyeing Nick] Gee, I hadn't noticed.

Bruno, Sandra, Angela, Katia: Chow!

Vincent Raven: When I was a kid, I could find my way home just by the smell.

Sandra: What smell?

Vincent Raven: The bullshit. It's unmistakable.

Vincent Raven: Listen, werewolves *do* exist.

Sandra: Oh, bullshit, Vince! The year 2000 is just around the corner. I am a recognized expert in electronic videos and you are the hottest rock n' roll star - in the world! You're making records, videos, movies - on high-tech electronic equipment of fantastic sophistication. You can get on a plane tonight and be in Australia tomorrow. And *you're* scared of werewolves.

Vincent Raven: You sure are something; do you know that, Sandra?

Sandra: Do *you* know something, Vince? As soon as we deliver this video job, we're heading straight for Moorea, one of the hundred and thirty Polynesian islands. Floating in crystal clear water; two weeks of nude sunbathing, coconut drinks and making love. I love you, Vince; I can't stand to see you like this.

[they kiss]

Marilou: Are you going to leave me here alone?

Sandra: You'll be safe enough locked in here.

Marilou: But what if you don't come back?

Sandra: Well, you better pray that we do.

Sandra: We're not scared of those dogs, Sheriff. I'll take care of us. I foam at the mouth too, you know. If I bite them, they'll get rabies! So we don't need guns for those dogs.

Sheriff Morrison: Now you got me feelin' sorry for the dogs.

[the van pulls away; the Sheriff turns to his deputy]

Sheriff Morrison: I wish she'd bite me instead. First, I'd make her roll over, and soon I'd have her sittin' up and beggin'.

Deputy: Hope Vince Roberts doesn't get her to play dead.

Bobby: Nice ginormous condenser mic.

Sandra: Size matters.

Bobby: [they both laugh] Ooh saucy! I like that. So erm... are you here all by yourself?

Sandra: Yeah just me and my police escort.

Bobby: Oh yeah, you doing a documentary on them?

Sandra: Not exactly.

Sandra: Well what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?

Sandra: You're gonna have to try again.

Bobby: I'm not a farmer but I would really love to plow your field.

Sandra: [she bursts out in laughter] No, you did not just say that.

Bobby: Yeah, you want more?

Sandra: Yeah.

Bobby: Okay erm.

Sandra: Do better.

Bobby: Did you just get out of the oven? 'Cause you are fucking hot.

Sandra: Er, too cliché.

Bobby: I'll have you know that line totally worked for me in Reno.

Sandra: Well if it wasn't a hooker, it must've been a total mercy fuck.

Bobby: Is there any other kind?

Sandra: Yeah.

Sandra: [to bees] welcome to the food chain!

Daniel Lang: So I hear I'm walking ext to the miracle cure

Sandra: Yeah but you'll have to kill me to get it

Daniel Lang: Why don't we start with a kiss, and work our way up to the killing?

Sandra: No one speaks of pavilions anymore, and that saddens me.

Sandra: Funny Girl was hot, hot, hot that year. And I begged my father to take us to see it, but he couldn't get his hands on a single ticket. Instead, he took us to see a matinee of Any Wednesday with Sandy Dennis. He said, Let's go see a woman who's going to be doing the exact same thing for the next 20 years. But she did it best in Any Wednesday, you have to admit.

Sandra: Come back to the Five and Dime, Barbra Streisand, Barbra Streisand.

Sandra: [about Barbra Streisand] ... she went down the Stoney End. She never wanted to go down the Stoney End, but somebody forced her down the Stoney End. We miss you, Barbra. Come back to the Five and Dime, Barbra Streisand, Barbra Streisand.

Sandra: I can recall to this day the thrill of knowing someone in an all-American family was losing her grip. The thought of the family hovering together terrified really turned me on. It was as if I could go over and reassure them and tell them I would take care of everything.

Sandra: It was a portrait Normal Rockwell forgot to paint: someone's mother home again ^Ã… in oils.

Sandra: When I was a little girl, I used to go home for lunch every day, and I'd pretend that my mother was a waitress in a roadside cafe. I'll have a side order, ma'am. A side order consists of a white-meat tuna, a dollop of mayonnaise, some carrot strips and potato chips. And then I'd sit at the counter... and ignore her.

Sandra: My parents got divorced five years ago after 38 years of marriage. I thought, oh what perfect timing.

Sandra: [talking about her new stepmother] I remember the first time I met her. My dad came to pick up me and my brother at my mom's house. He pulled up in a Thunderbird, and I got in the back seat, and I said, Dad, why didn't you bring a bigger car? She said, Don't bitch. We could've brought the TransAm. Don't wear your seatbelt. Where I come from, people die - they burn up when they wear their seatbelt. Charmed.

Sandra: The last time I went anywhere with my parents before the divorce, we'd gone to Vegas 'cause I was doing the telethon with Jerry Lewis. And we'd just had dinner at the Stardust Hotel, one of the eight international restaurants - I believe it was Aku Aku, the Polynesian. And my mother grabbed a handful of after-dinner mints, and she started choking on them. So me and my brother walked really far ahead in the casino. And my dad finally got her a glass of water, and she washed it all down. She went, Oh my God, there must have been dust on those mints.

Sandra: My father's a proctologist. My mother's an abstract artist. That's how I view the world.

Sandra: ...there was something really great about growing up in a liberal, intellectual, Jewish household with three sensitive older brothers. But there were times, I have to admit, that I really got caught up in the romance of being gentile, especially around Christmas time.

Sandra: [imitating a gentile mother at Christmas] Oh sure, your father may be going through a little bit of a mid-life crisis. But I worship that man, and I adore you kids. You both have been under so much pressure lately, what, with the cotillion coming up, Babe. Get some sleep. Grandma's coming over real early. We have some terrific presents to open. Sweet dreams. Love ya. And may all your Christmases be white.

Sandra: [talking about Warhol] Leave it to Andy to have the wisdom and sensitivity into the hours and hours of toil and labor that went into the Indian product, and they've been so lucky to cash in on this whole Santa Fe thing happening.

Sandra: We went to the 1965 New York World's Fair in 1964. I never understood that.

Sandra: I really got caught up in the romance of being gentile, especially around Christmas time. I would fantasize that I had an older brother named Chip and a little sister named Sally, and my name would either be Happy or Buffy or Babe, one of those big, sexy blondes who plays a lot of volleyball: Yeah, spike it, Babe, all right! Yes!

Sandra: You know, I like to sit around in my hotel room after the show in my bra and panties, and I'll say to somebody, Get me a Remy Martin with a water back, goddamn it! Thank you. I know they like it, and I do too.

Sandra: [consoling a depressed friend] Mister, if this is about Ishtar, I'm getting up and walking out of here forever because that's too self-indulgent even for me!

Sandra: Go ahead, see if I care, you can go and fuck Madonna. While you're at it, fuck Martika!

Sandra: You like me today, don't you? Because sometimes you're not so sure. Do you know why you like me?

[crosses her arms]

Parvez: It's only that I can't help thinking... that you are a magnificent, special woman. It's a feeling I won't push away. Makes me feel good... as if I'm going mad.

Sandra: You know what I've always wanted to do?

[caresses his hair]

Sandra: That. Does your wife do that?

Parvez: Why are you asking?

Sandra: 'Cause it's something I can't help thinking about.

Parvez: She's too bloody ugly.

[last lines]

Parvez: I have managed to destroy everything. I've never felt worse - or better.

Sandra: Can't we leave?

Parvez: Where?

Sandra: I thought India.

Parvez: [chuckles]

Sandra: For a few weeks, Parvez. You. You could show me the good places. We can live cheaply, everyone says.

Parvez: That's a young people's thing, "yaar."

Sandra: Why have you never been back?

Parvez: No time, no money.

Sandra: Come away. It's a chance. Otherwise, what will we do but the same thing every day?

Parvez: You put such ideas in my head.

Sandra: Good. That's good.

Parvez: What do you want?

Sandra: More than I've ever had before. Your face. Your hands. You. All of you. You. I want you.