The Queen (off camera, drunk): “…penis the size of a horse!…”
The Queen (off camera, drunker): “…hung like a horse!…huge tits! huge!…”
The Queen (to Me, stroking my arm): “You’ve got pretty red hair. Pretty, pretty. Oh honey?! Is he with you?”
He (to the Queen): “Yes, we’re on a date.”
The Queen (to Me): “Honey, honey! Four out of five face cards in the deck and he’s not one of them!”
He (to Me): “See! This happens all the time. They never believe that I’m straight.”
He (to Me): “I am straight.”
Me: “I wouldn’t protest too much. The Queen hath spoken.”
