Pillow talk ensues…
Chapter 4:
Man: God, girl, you are so hot. Your eyes are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats. You’ve got all your teeth. Your lips are red. Your temples are like… pomegranates… uh… your neck is like a tower of a castle…built out of rocks… where they hang a thousand shields. Your boobs are like baby deer…I am totally going to play with them.
So… feeling hot yet, ladies?
Man: You’re just so hot, girl… I want you to come with me… from Lebanon… up the summit of Amana… from the dens of lions…
He’s talking about fucking, right? I think he’s talking about fucking…
Man: You make my heart beat faster, my sister…
Eww… Solomon into some freaky stuff, man….
Man: Sex with you is better than drinking. Your lips drip honey and milk…
That’s not honey…
Man: And you smell like Lebanon.
Hot? Sweaty? Like a desert? Hummus? Falalfel?
Man: My sister bride is like my personal garden where I can go in and enjoy her fruits.
Solomon was definitely a cunning linguist.
Man: I totally want to smell your genitals and go down on you.
And I’m guessing he wants you to call him your brother while he’s doing it.
House of the Dread 
Lebanon used to be famous for its cedar forests, so that’s probably what she smells like. Clearly she’s taken her grandma’s wedding dress out of the old chest for this scene.
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