Oh, Marilyn, you’re so fab.
Joe: You don’t want me, Sugar. I’m a liar and a phoney. A saxophone player. One of those no-goodniks you keep running away from.
Sugar: l know. Every time.
Joe: Sugar, do yourself a favour. Go back to the millionaires. The sweet end of the lollipop, not the coleslaw in the face and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste.
Sugar: That’s right, pour it on. Talk me out of it.
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Oh, Marilyn, you’re so fab.
my favorite Monroe films!