RUTH-ANNE: This is sex, Maurice. Sex. [...] It's not table manners or parliamentary procedure. Sex is not civilization, it's— it's the jungle. It's a darkly mysterious, irrepressible, primitive drive. [...] I'm too old to worry about what's acceptable and what's not. As long as nobody gets hurt, let 'em be. It's just human. We all have the jungle inside us. We all have wants, and needs, and desires... strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we're all pretty creative. We're cooking up all these fantasies. It's like a kind of poetry.
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