I met a girl in Tokyo the other night.
An incredibly gorgeous nurse.
Soft, brown hair.
Eyes as blue as the Pacific Ocean on a sunny day.
A perfectly turned-up nose.
Rose-red lips.
No.
Gotta stop thinking about her. Gotta stop.
What made me do this?
Oh, I know. It had to be those four bourbons I had.
Completely drunk.
Snap out of it, Hunnicutt.
Don't think about who's waiting for me in Tokyo.
Think about who's waiting for me in Mill Valley.
Peggy.
Erin.
Come on, Mr. Faithful has to stay faithful.
Fidelity's practically my middle name.
Peggy's the girl for me.
Isn't she?
Can't get that nurse off my mind.
What was her name?
I never learned her name.
She was drunk, too.
Drunk with desire.
Peg never was one for drinking.
I knew I was in love the minute I saw her.
The girl, not Peggy.
I keep comparing her to my wife.
Peg always kept a watchful eye on me.
This woman let me do anything I wanted.
As long as it was with her.
Peg always had her limits.
This woman didn't seem to know the word "limit".
Did I?
Did I, in my stupid drunkenness, forget to set a limit?
Oh, God.
I did.
I feel so dirty now.
Peg's gonna kill me.
Wait.
I'll just tell her, in the sappiest way I can, that no woman, no matter how beautiful . . .
. . . no matter how arousing . . .
. . . no matter what . . .
. . . can compare.
No woman can compare to my sweetheart.
Peg is incomparable.
That's the honest-to-God truth.
An incredibly gorgeous nurse.
Soft, brown hair.
Eyes as blue as the Pacific Ocean on a sunny day.
A perfectly turned-up nose.
Rose-red lips.
No.
Gotta stop thinking about her. Gotta stop.
What made me do this?
Oh, I know. It had to be those four bourbons I had.
Completely drunk.
Snap out of it, Hunnicutt.
Don't think about who's waiting for me in Tokyo.
Think about who's waiting for me in Mill Valley.
Peggy.
Erin.
Come on, Mr. Faithful has to stay faithful.
Fidelity's practically my middle name.
Peggy's the girl for me.
Isn't she?
Can't get that nurse off my mind.
What was her name?
I never learned her name.
She was drunk, too.
Drunk with desire.
Peg never was one for drinking.
I knew I was in love the minute I saw her.
The girl, not Peggy.
I keep comparing her to my wife.
Peg always kept a watchful eye on me.
This woman let me do anything I wanted.
As long as it was with her.
Peg always had her limits.
This woman didn't seem to know the word "limit".
Did I?
Did I, in my stupid drunkenness, forget to set a limit?
Oh, God.
I did.
I feel so dirty now.
Peg's gonna kill me.
Wait.
I'll just tell her, in the sappiest way I can, that no woman, no matter how beautiful . . .
. . . no matter how arousing . . .
. . . no matter what . . .
. . . can compare.
No woman can compare to my sweetheart.
Peg is incomparable.
That's the honest-to-God truth.
