Foxy: Oh no!
Nils: What is it?
Foxy: My flower. The beautiful Valentine’s flower you gave me yesterday.
Nils: What about it?
Foxy: It’s been ... compromised.
Nils: Compromised?
Foxy: Distressed.
Nils: Distressed?
Foxy: It’s dead, Nils. Dead.

Nils: Oh no!
Foxy: I don’t understand how this could have happened.
Nils: Maybe we were a little too rough with it.
Foxy: Poor thing. It was such a nice flower.
Nils: I know. It was. But don’t worry, love, I have an idea.
Foxy: You do?

Nils: Just move the vase a little to your left.
Foxy: Like this?
Nils: A little more. Right. Now lift it a little so that the stem just touches your ... Yes, perfect.

Foxy: Ha, ha, very funny.
Nils: Okay, I have another idea.

Foxy: Fine, Nils, but nice as it is you compare my breasts to flowers...
Nils: Don’t worry. I have your other flower in mind.
Foxy: My other flower? You mean my...?
Nils: Yes. Your pussy flower.
Foxy: You’re sweet. But I’m not sure this flimsy stem is up to the task.
Nils: I know, my love. That’s why I’ve invited over some friends. Come to the playroom and see.

Foxy: Oh my! And I’m to take my pick?
Nils: Pick them all!