(SCREAMS)
TOODLES:Oh, Butch.
Wow, what a wonderful gift!
(SNIFFS) I love it.
Way better than anythingthat gauche Tom, gave me.
(WHISPERING)
(SNIFFS)
(SNIFFS) This perfume is so ethereal,
so delicious, so divine.
It's basically made to a tee.
BUTCH:You took the words right out of my yap, toots.
(SNIFFS) I just can't resist
one more gentle intoxicating whiff.
TOODLES:Butch, you cheap stinker.
This stuff goes bad in nothing flat.
Honest, baby. I don't know what went wrong.
I'll go trade that in for something classy and be right back.
TOODLES:Well, you better, or don't bother coming back at all.
That stink is gone.
Deodorant? Well, thanks, I guess.
But that's hardly a romantic gift, Tom.
(COUGHING)
Tom, you big dope. I thought that was for me.
Ooh, it smells like honeysuckle.
Now, that's what I call a perfect gift.
More please.
(SCREAMING)
BUTCH:Here you go doll. This will make it up to you.
TOODLES:Oh, Butch. It's so fragrant, so redolent.
BUTCH:Yeah. And it smells good too.
Well, all is forgiven, boyfriend.
(CHUCKLES) What say we go out on the town tonight
and let the world see how nice you smell.
TOODLES:That sounds wonderful.
No offense, pumpkin,
Why not?
Well, let's see.
And rugged like a real steak and potatoes kind of guy. You know what I mean?
(SIZZLING)
(SNIFFING)
Now, save some of that perfume for tonight
while I go rustle up some complementary cologne
to go with... Hey!
You call that manly?
I'll show you a real manly scent. You wait.
"Viva Volcano. Shake well before using."
Let the fireworks begin!
(SCREAMING)
Such an appetizing manly scent.
It's so powerful.
But now I can barely smell my perfume.
Tom, you angel. This is incredible.
Why, I don't deserve such a gift, almost.
This looks like a good one to start with.
Magical.
(BOTTLE SHATTERING)
Bubbly.
Sparkling.
(GROWLS)Wild.
Mmm, kind of transparent.
Maybe too transparent.
Okay, I'm back.
You'll love this one babe.
Seafarer Serenade.
The rugged sailor scent.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(SCREAMS)
(THUD)
(BUTCH GROANING)
GINGER: Ew! That is a dye, but it smells like death.
What on earth are you concocting in here, Rick, glue?
Who's concocting?
I haven't concocted all day.
It looks like Tom was making a snack
and ended up the world's stickiest paste.
RICK:Well, someone needsto clean this up and talkto that cat.
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la!
Can you believe it?
I smell gorgeous.
Oh, I love this one.
Oh, I can't believe it.
I just can't wait to put this all over my temple!
On the inside wrists of my arms!
(CRASHING)
right on my tail...
(CRASHES)
Tom, was this all some stupid prank?
BUTCH:Nice going, house cat.
But good luck competing with this.
Wichita Windfall.
The fragrance with a twist.
(SCREAMING)
GINGER: (GRUNTS) This stuff has got to go out this minute.
Oh, my perfume!
Oh, you horrible stray beast!
(SCREAMING)
(BUTCH SCREAMING)