Narrator:
Angel, a monument to unholy carnality, and a cesspool of marital pollution, a shameless, brazen, bulldozing female prepared to humiliate, provoke, and tantalize, savagely seeking the tranquilizer of unrestrained fulfillment.

Angel:
You read the profit and loss statements like a vulture, and you play the stock market like a fox, but you store your nuts away like a squirrel.

Angel:
You're the worst lover in town. It's a good thing I know someone in the country.