- The Man: Yeah, my baby knows I'm a leg man. And as a leg man, I say my baby wears Sheek Pantyhose... or she wears nothing at all.
- The Man: How would you like to share with me an exotic concoction of fitfully fruitful passions sprinkled with walking-finger flourishes of fine line fragrances dipped within a frothy mix of salivatingly sweet syrips, whipped cream, and purple hazel nuts - without the purple haze?
- The Woman: You've got a mouth-watering way with words, baby!
- The Man: [after a beat] Well?
- The Woman: [nods] Bon appetite.
- The Woman: I love the feeling of being a natural woman. But there are moments when I can't wear my birthday suit whenever I please. So I wear the next best thing - Sheek Pantyhose.
- The Man: Figured you'd be partied out by now.
- The Woman: [seductively] Are you?
- The Man: Let's put it this way: the movie was the appetizer,
- [he removes one of her shoes]
- The Man: - dining out was the main course,
- [he removes her other shoe]
- The Woman: [teasingly] And you want desert?
- The Man: Sure. But the only thing you've given me so far is a nightcap.
- The Man: [he kisses her leg]
- The Woman: Call it a sample of things to come.
- The Man: [caresses her legs] Mind if I sample these?
- The Woman: With or without the wrappings?
- The Man: [he tugs at the toes of her pantyhose] I'm not too picky.
- The Woman: [abruptly removes her foot from him] Just indecisive.
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