...is that you will never, ever feel better than when you're 12 and hearing the bell ring to let out the last day of school.
THE SCENE: A bedroom.
Lamps are smashed. Clothes are strewn about. The mattress is askew. Scarlett Johanson, prettily flushed, is reclining post-coitally under a sheet. Blackadar lies beside her with an odd look on his face.
SCARLETT: Wow. That was ... amazing.
SCARLETT: Really, it was. Didn't you like it?
BLACKADAR: [nonplussed]: It was .... pretty
good. [He reaches into a drawer in the nightstand.] Look ... next time, do you think you could ring this bell?