[All right, yes, he's ready for compliments. And, patiently, he nods, like yes, go on...

And then he raises his left eyebrow, just a little. what.]

That's it? That's all you've got? I give you a moon, and tell you just how absolutely smashing you look--really fit, beautiful eyes, beautiful moonlight reflected in them--and I get all of it?

Come on, Sal. Where's the poetry?