"You see, my dear, my Chinese is rusty, but I believe this way will lead to a dispensary in which we can procure all of our Red Cross laureate movie projector needs," you say. "All you need is context, really."
The headless mannequin you've been dragging around with you for the past three days doesn't respond. You braved the dungeon known as Macy's and fought two guards on the way out to free her from imprisonment in the women's department, and this is the treatment you get! No matter, hard-to-get is how you like it!
"Oh, coy as always, my dear!" you chuckle sincerely. "You drive me wild and I love it!"
A police car passes by the alley where you're urinating with your pants around your ankles (it just feels better that way) and the two cops inside seem to take exception with you urinating with your pants around your ankles. In their displeasure over your completely natural act, they exit their cruiser and begin to run toward you, shouting completely unnecessary obscenities.
"My sweet Lord, Daisy! I do say these potty-mouthed men of the watch mean to do me harm. Halt, you rogues! I'll not have you endanger my lovely bride-to-be!"
They do not halt. The close one seems rather angry, and awfully large.
You drop the mannequin and run toward the opposite end of the alley, shuffle-stepping as you try to raise your trousers.
"Daisy, my love! You'll have to make out on your own for now! I'll come back for you, my dear, I promise!"
The mannequin does not respond.