That Dewey is sitting, and that Bert is naked, and that his privates are in Dewey's face and the viewer's is probably enough to make anyone quit drinking coffee cold turkey.
But usually we aren't being stripped by a scurrilous Eurotrash banker and forced to endure a ball beating like the one James Bond suffered at the hands of Le Chiffre in.
With blonde hair, kissable lips, and a great pair.