Maverick:Now, there's something I want you to do for me. Annabelle:Never. I am a lady. Not if you were a hundred years old, not if I was a hundred years old... Maverick:Calm down. I don't want to go to bed with you, lady. Annabelle:Why not? Maverick:Why - Why not? I'd be too frightened. God knows what parts of me you'd steal. I'd wake up with all sorts of things missing.|