“I have something for you.” He backs away and heads toward the cabinet. He opens the drawer and pulls out a black box. He raises his hand and sig...nals her to come over. She walks too him as he opens the box. Inside is a white collar studded with diamonds, a round silver D-ring hanging down the front and a buckle in the back. He looks at her face; her eyes wide open with excitement. Her hand rises to touch it; he shuts the box and pulls it away. She looks up, bewildered. “You think you’ve. It made me kinda embarrassed but . . .I loved seeing it. I had never seen a real . . . uh . . . penis before . . . but from the looks of Brian's pants right now, I'm gonna bet I'll see one in the flesh this afternoon.” "What are you talking about honey?" teased Jerry, wanting to hear his daughter talk dirty. "You know . . . his penis Daddy." "Brian is that what you call it, a PENIS?" Brian smiled. "Well guys call it lots of things . . . dicks, pricks, cocks, wangs, boners . . . shit there must. I just can't handle it." Again, it's okay to feel that way."I sighed again, took a deep breath, and asked once more, "How do you handle it?" You're not me, Ben." I know I'm not. Billionaire..." I gestured upward at the vaulted ceilings for a bit before touching my own chest. " ... me." Money has nothing to do with it. If anything, most rich guys I know want to – and expect to – fuck everything that moves, but can't stand the thought of someone else laying a finger on 'their toys'." John shook. The idiot wanted me to take 'Piccolo Iddio' at the very back of the stage." It's her final aria, a touching farewell to her infant before she kills herself, and one of the few that doesn't go by its first words, those first words being "tu, tu"—"you, you"—repeated seven times. "I said sure, sure, and just moved in front of the prompter's box."That led us to exchange a few horror stories we'd stored up about incompetent stage directors. My most amusing was one I hadn't actually been involved in.