Michael Clear wrote:
> 
> Nearly perfect Joe. It could have used more sex, but then again, what
> couldn't?
> 
 
So it's sex you want, eh?  Well, here goes...
 
MACK: Let me tell you the real reason I brought you out to see this
      dead body, Johnny.
 
JOHNNY: You mean it wasn't for my mellifluous speaking voice and 
        fascinating stories?
 
MACK: Not exactly.  Gosh, this is embarrassing to say, but... Johnny, 
      even condescending policemen like myself have... well, certain 
      needs that must be met.
 
JOHNNY: [raises eyebrow] Needs, you say?
 
[A soft, violin-drenched version of "California Lady" fades up in the
background.]
 
MACK: Yes, Johnny, physical needs.  Would it shock you if I said I was
      wearing crotchless panties under these slacks?
 
JOHNNY: Shock me?  Why, of course not!  The Wasabi Indians have been 
        wearing...
 
[Mack gently puts his hand over Johnny's mouth.]
 
MACK: Shhhhh!  There will be time for ancient legends later!  Right 
      now, I just want to be the main ingredient in your love stew. 
 
JOHNNY: This should be quite a show!
 
[Johnny and Mack proceed with the awkward, exploratory pawing and
groping.]
 
DEAD BOWLER: Hey!  Get a room, you two!  This is a murder scene! 
 
[And we all learn a valuable leasson: Be careful what you wish for.] 
 
--Joe--
 
P.S. - By "sex," you didn't mean the blonde in the pink terrycloth
outfit, did you?