“You can’t be nice and give them that sweetness and candle-light talk. ‘Cut the shit, man.’ I love that. I love them. That look. Those high cheekbones. They’ll cut you right off. You ignore them, you have to ignore them. The better-looking they are, the more you ignore them. You say, ‘Who are you? What do you do anyway? I don’t give a shit what you think. If I want to be nice to you I’ll be nice to you. Fuck that. Fuck you.’ Ah, they love that. They love power. All Scandinavian girls are like that. They go right for it. Sensitivity, no. Looks, no. But bust them, yes. Once you bust them, you’ve got them spread. It’s true. You know how you’ve got them across your lap, you’re moving them across your lap, and they get that hazy look in their eyes. Hmmmm, you know that look, ah, God, and they’re the only ones, too, those blue, blue eyes, and you start to pull it out and they say, ‘No, no, don’t,’ and their arms and legs go all steely around you, so you pull back and ‘Pow, pow,’ slap them right across the kisser, ‘Don’t tell me what to do, don’t ever tell me what to do.’ Ah, shit, man, they love it. You’ve got to do it that way. Then you’ve got them.”