Marcelle is a poor, unsuccessful model. Albert is a chef with a tongue as sensitive as an open wound and a touch as delicate as a butterfly dancing on talcum powder. Tonight he has a wedding banquet to prepare, but he is distracted.*

Marcelle: That smells good. What is it?

[Albert stands with a plate of canapés]

Albert: Hi, Marcelle. They're sesame and ginger prawns in pastry boats with plum sauce. You look beautiful tonight.

Marcelle: Oh Albert, could I taste one? I've never had a prawn thingy before.

Marcelle: Which one?

Albert: Any one.

Marcelle: No, which breast?

Albert: Oh, the left one. [Marcelle exposes her breast and grabs a canapé]

Marcelle: [with mouthful] Mmmm, mmmm.

You want to see the other one? [She pulls him into his room. It is a feast of exotic food.] Oh my, I never imagined... OK, one of these for a feel. [Albert kisses her breast]

Albert: Oh Marcelle, take it off. [The robe slips to the floor] How about this, a hand-job for a bowl of crudités?

Marcelle: Well... I don't know, Albert.

Albert: With a choice of dips and wine...

Marcelle: Done! [She pulls up his apron and starts manipulating his ♥♥♥♥]

Albert: I've got to lick you all over. I must taste you. It's a professional thing.

Marcelle: Well I don't know... oh, seeing as its you. Those plates and some champagne. [They make love. Each new position gains Marcelle a new course. Finally, only the wedding cake is left.]

Albert: No, Marcelle. Not the cake...

Marcelle: I've got to have it. Bugger me, Albert! Bugger me for a wedding cake!

[Marcelle is finally sated. Albert masturbates into a pastry case as if he's piping icing. She pops it into her mouth.]

Marcelle: That was epic, nothing beats sex and food. Hey, you doing anything for dinner tomorrow? [Albert groans]

Script nugget: 'Eat the dream'

Back in the Smiths' room, Mrs Smith is sitting in the chair when there is a knock at the door. A black hooker walks in, wearing Lycra shorts, a black bikini top and high heels...

Mrs Smith: No! I'm not going to watch you play with a friend.

Mr Smith: The deal if you don't say a word.

Hooker: Hush up, honey. Ain't you even a little bit curious? *[she bends down and kisses Mrs Smith on the lips.

Mrs Smith moves her head. The hooker laughs and peels off her clothes. Then she places Mrs Smith's hand on her breast and hooks one leg over Mrs Smith's shoulder]* Eat the dream, sugar.

[The two women make love slowly. After a while Mr Smith can't watch any more and takes his clothes off to join them]