Circe: Sleep with me. I'm a witch-goddess.
Odysseus: Yeah. I like your singing voice. Listen--
Circe: I knew it.
Odysseus: I haven't said anything.
Circe: I knew you'd bring it up.
Odysseus: You turned my men into pigs!
Circe: Are you mad?
Odysseus: Yeah, I'm mad! And I have a hard time getting it up knowing that half my fleet has been turned into livestock.
Circe: Do you, though? Have a hard time--
Odysseus: No, I'm actually... pretty turned on right now.
Circe: Mmmkay, let's f*** in my goddess-witch bed and sort out the pig thing later.
Odysseus: OK, but, for the record, when you feed me afterward, I'm gonna be pretty stressed and unable to eat.
Circe: Will you, though?
Odysseus: No, I'll probably be pretty hungry.
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