“Rod, you look wonderful.”

“Thanks Glenda. You also look wonderful.”

“Rod, will you be staying at the palace for long?”

“No. I have business in Tokyo prefecture tomorrow. I'll be taking a military helicopter transport directly there to save time.”

“Is Stacy with you?”
“Yes, Glenda. I knew that you would ask.”

“I have every right to ask. Stacy is my sister.”

“I've done bad things. I've led teen bikini models astray...promising them my everlasting love while impregnating their sisters. I'm an animal. How many lives must I ruin? How many Japanese beauty queens must I conquer? Glenda, I  must deny these natural & naturalistical inclinations. I must be more than a boy toy used by *** starlets to satisfy their carnal needs.”

“Of course, Rod, our passion was a passing fancy.”

“Please. I just watched Rudolph Valentino lose 2 women to his best friend in the 1925 movie Cobra. Valentino would be dead 9 months after this film's release. A friend's friendship meant more to Rudy than incautious fawning & womanly guile. Please Glenda, I tried. I tried and I failed.”

“Women can be men with feminine issues, Rod.”

“Glenda, deep down, your sister is just a a lot of fluid, organs & vessels. I have an eye for such things. I possess a knack for uniting incongruous things, whether it be nuts to toggles or spigots to petcocks. In The Eagle from 1925, Rudolph Valentino reads a note by candle light. A candle on the table in a moving train. Seems incongruous, somehow. What about the danger of fire? What if my bra comes undone at the amusement park? What if a thousand  things go terribly awry? Ha? Well, what about it?”

“Sometimes, dear one, you act as if the Washington Monument is an extension of your physical charm. Sometimes Rod...Oh, kiss me you  fool!”