BRUNDLE and TAWNY have just spent the night having intense sex, after he had   
   just Teleported himself - yet again - believing that it has somehow "improved"   
   and "sexually energized" him. He is sitting on the edge of the bed and   
   unconsciously picking at    
   some peeling skin on his subtlely corrupting face.   
      
   TAWNY: So, are we going to breakfast, or what?   
      
   BRUNDLE (To TAWNY; he's, seemingly, half mentally "detached" from the reality   
   of the moment): It's your turn...   
      
   TAWNY: To do what?   
      
   BRUNDLE: To "go through".   
      
   TAWNY: No, I don't wanna' try that...   
      
   BRUNDLE: It'll make you feel "sexy"...   
      
   TAWNY:  But, I ALREADY "feel sexy".   
      
   TAWNY pauses on that thought, holds up & studies a liquor glass, and shifts   
   the subject with a "new idea".   
      
   TAWNY (Hovering over BRUNDLE'S back with the glass): How about a nice "Alcohol   
   Rub"?   
      
   She begins to slowly pour the contents of the glass over his bare back. He is   
   not paying attention to what she is doing; he is STILL only "half there",   
   mentally. As the alcohol contacts his back, he violently tenses-up - the   
   alcohol is BURNING him for    
   some reason! Rotating with "lightning speed", he SLAPS the glass from her   
   hand, and it is launched off to the side of the room.   
      
   BRUNDLE: DON'T DO THAT, IT HURTS!   
      
   TAWNY recovers from BRUNDLE'S reaction, approaches him and begins to massage   
   his back muscles. He's now flinching in obvious discomfort and pain.   
      
   TAWNY (While rubbing, etc., with "sexual suggestiveness" - not just to   
   "soothe" his skin and muscles): Sorry, hon... I didn't know that you had the   
   "skin of a princess".   
      
   BRUNDLE can no longer stand the burning and the pain. He suddenly spins on   
   her, grabs her by her loose-fitting vest. She nearly slips out of it, but it   
   holds just tight enough for him to be able to yank her off of the bed and he   
   begins to drag her toward    
   "Telepod 1", the "Transmitter Pod".   
      
   BRUNDLE: ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT... (still dragging her; she's violently   
   resisting) YOU ARE GOING TO LIKE IT!   
      
   TAWNY: (Half-screaming) I DON'T WANT TO -- I'M AFRAID!   
      
   BRUNDLE: DON'T BE!!   
      
   Suddenly, VERONICA (QUAIFE) steps from out of the shaddows. BRUNDLE and TAWNY   
   had not heard her enter the LAB/LOFT-APARTMENT during their exchange on the   
   bed. She looks very stern, deeply concerned, and, mainly, DISAPPOINTED,   
   AGGRAVATED AND ANGRY at    
   finding them -mostly, HIM - "this way"!   
      
   VERONICA: NO... BE AFRAID. BE VERY AFRAID!!   
      
   Everyone suddenly freezes in place at her jarring, unexpected, "ambush"   
   words... especially because of her EXTREMELY SERIOUS, OMINOUS AND FATALISTIC   
   DELIVERY.   
      
      
   It "goes on" just a bit from there... But, basically, THAT'S the scene - FROM   
   BEST MEMORY - (might be a word-or-two "off", here-or-there, but pretty damned   
   close!), ALL FROM MEMORY. THIS IS THE DEFINITIVE [MODERN-DAY] FIRST-USE ORIGIN   
   OF THE PHRASE.   
      
   (BTW: IT IS REPORTED THAT THE "TAG LINE" ACTUALLY CAME FROM EXECUTIVE PRODUCER   
   OF THE FILM, MEL BROOKS, AND IT IMPACTED ON PRODUCER, STUART CORNFELD, AND   
   DIRECTOR, DAVID CRONENBERG, SO STRONGLY, THAT CRONENBERG DECIDED TO   
   INCORPORATE IT AS DIALOG, FOR    
   GENA DAVIS, DIRECTLY INTO THE SCRIPT -- ALONG WITH USING IT AS THE "ONE SHEET"   
   POSTER'S (AND OTHER, ASSOCIATED PUBLICITY'S) "TAG LINE"!)   
      
   I'm doing a current project, and "THE FLY" script/film has been a primary   
   source of much of my research for same...   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)