What's that about? it wouldn't have worked out. she was a beautiful, beautiful girl. avanda king was her name. gorgeous creature. and it just-- i mean, it was infatuation for each of us i think, but not destined to survive. you were kind of a serial dater in toronto. what was your type? there wasn't any type. i dated beautiful blondes, beautiful brunettes. i think beautiful is the type then. well-- i was into faces more than bodies. i wasn't one of those guys who said, "boy, look at the knockers on that girl. or look at this, look at that." no, that never came up. it was-- if-- it was the face...