(a conversation with Sheila MacRae at dinner at a table for two continually served by invisible waiters on a revolving stage)
Me- “If we had to rewrite the bible, if you were Eve, you wouldn’t have handed Adam an apple, it would have been a watermelon.”
Sheila- “What ever happened to that mousy girl who looked like she came in with the crockery...”
Me- “You realize who we’re going to become?...
Sheila- “Cain and Abel”
Me- “The difference between man and women is: two war lords can walk into a chamber; one holding a mace, the other an axe. Both know they can destroy each other but will talk with respectful knowledge of each others lethal potential. Two women, one armed with just a handkerchief and the other, a fan, will splatter more blood and leave countless wreckage in their wake with a victory of state.”
Sheila- “...But no woman has invented a weapon of mass destruction.”
Me- “She never had to. God put it between her legs.”
Sheila- “How crass and blue collar.”
Me- “OK, OK , wait a second. Take one of my men, for example. Tough, masculine, can kill on a whim. And your woman; intelligent, erudite, soft, sensitive, sophisticated, etc. ...”
(picking up a pepper mill from the table and dangling it from the crotch of his index and middle fingers, palm up, bobbling it like holding a man’s balls)
“With all of his strength, he can’t hold you like you can hold him with just two fingers.”
(he stumbles and tugs on his example)
“Oh, sorry, darling...”
Sheila- “A man’s reputation is not connected to his character as it is with a woman’s.”