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She said: I want the tooth?
I said: You can't handle the tooth! Lady, we live in a world that has mouths. And those mouths are often just men with gums. Who's gonna kiss them? You? You, Jocelyn Wildenstein? I have a greater set of teeth than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the canines and you curse the molars. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing gingivitis: that tooth decay, while tragic, probably saved expensive bridge work. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves cleaning time...You don't want the tooth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about in waiting rooms, you want me - dentures and all. You kneed me in the town halls.
We use words like bicuspid, central, lateral...we use these words when conversation has run dry. You use them as a chat-up line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a woman who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very fluoride that toothepaste provides, then questions the man who doesn't need it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a man with a perfect set and swap spits. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!