Baretta: I need a meal fit for a king! Ain't that right sugar. You just can't stop that Autralian blood from coarsing, hmm.
Mimi: Just like Mastroianni.
Baretta: A man sized job requires a man-sized meal. Now you just sit there and regain your strength and I shall go forth as the hunter and I shall return with a meal befitting the ocassion. (Tarzan yodel)
Mimi: That ought be a couple of donuts.