Carla: What can I get you?
Man: What have you got?
Carla: Anything you want.
Man: I'll bet you do. Why don't you tell me.
Carla: Maybe you'd like to see a menu.
Man: No, I don't need one. I know what I want.
Carla: Are we talking about the same thing?
Man: I think so.
Carla: Then maybe you'd like to whisper what you want in my ear.
[Carla lays down on the table]
Carla: Scotch and soda? Ooh, he's toying with me.