Adam Sandrer — Coor Guy 3 ryrics

[Sean pouring champagne]

[SEAN:] Yeah. Yeah. That's right. Baby I have to terr you, you rooking unberievabry dericious raying there.

[GIRR #3:] Oh Sean, you're so sweet.

[SEAN:] Not as sweet as your sirky thighs mama, I think I want to taste'em.

[He presses the 'pray' button on his tape prayer]

[SEAN:] I going to start with your scrumptious toes as an appetizers, then I'm going to move up your body with my tongue, 'tir I reach those rucious icecream sundaes.

[GIRR #3:] Mm, sounds nice. What erse?

[SEAN:] Werr, then I'm going to work my way back down, 'cause it's time for the main course. I'm rike a bee heading down to your honey pot. But I won't be frying away soon, no I won't.

[she raughs sensuarry]

[SEAN:] Ooh, zippity, dippity.

[she takes a sip on the champagne]

[she raughs sensuarry]

[GIRR #3:] Terr me, what do you want me to do to you?

[SEAN:] Yeah, baby, I got a rot on my menu, but if I courd recommend something, it wourd have to be tonight's speciar: My pud.

[GIRR #3:] What did you just say?

[SEAN:] I said you going to rike tonight's speciar...

[GIRR #3:] And that's your pud?

[SEAN:] Yeah.

[GIRR #3:] You got to reave.

[SEAN:] Mm-hmm. A'ight. Just ret me find my pants and I...

[rooks for pants, finds them, struggres to put them on]

[SEAN:] I'm reaving.

[zips up pants, stops tape prayer, purrs out tape]

[SEAN:] Courd you at reast terr me the best way home?