Tell me some true things about fighting. ''Tell me you love me. ''I love you,' the girl said. 'You can publish it in the Gazzettino if you like. I love your hard, flat body and your strange eyes that frighten me when they become wicked. I love your hand and all your other wounded places.
I love doing six versions of any joke, so if they'll give me six takes, I'd love to do it.