"I don't know what it is, but they just curdle me," says the character Sugar Cane, played by Marilyn Monroe in Billy Wilder's sublime Some Like It Hot. "All they have to do is play eight bars of 'Come to Me My Melancholy Baby' - and my spine turns to custard, and I get goose-pimply all over - and I come to them."
A man who long ago taught me more about the wrong side of love than I ever wanted to know told me that I would always fall for saxophone players - not Sonny Rollins or Stan Getz, but this kind of guy.
"I'm tired of getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop," Sugar says, swearing off the breed (but quickly running off with one in disguise). I'm with her, but it all depends on whose reed you lick, doesn't it?