My darling... put your boyish guilt away.... It’s charming.... but it’s had its little day... You speak of girls your age.... ..... To start: they’ll ask you to “respect” their fragile heart.... My dear, a heart’s not something to respect... It’s an instrument to play. And to perfect...... A girl of nineteen wants your... every thing........ She wants a promise wants a wedding ring...... It sounds a bore. I, darling? I just want... a little more of what you did a bit ago..... Slower. With the light on. Facing me.... I’m a one-woman show... A limited run... She’s a season ticket for life........... I’m here to be the antidote to your first wife...... I’m just the last of the intelligent ones teaching you that pleasure’s not a sin.... It’s just a question of... where to begin..... A girl will teach you how to fall in love.... I, darling, teach you all of the above... and how to do it... properly....... So yes, you’ll leave. Of course you will You’ll find a girl and have a grand career But twenty years hence, in some dull bed a single, perfect memory in your graying head will make you smile. And you will think of me...... My scholarship which isn’t yours for free...... Now, come here, Tom..... The lesson’s not quite done..... The practical exam has just begun...................................
