So, I thought, it's not working. So I threw my breasts out of the window of my Lamborghini, in my mind ... no, I threw the breasts out of the window of my Ford Fiesta, in my mind. Actually, I threw them out over the handlebars of my bicycle [mouthing the words] in my mind. And they hit a small child, who ran, "Mum, mum, mum ... I've been attacked by ... jellyfish!" (Eddie Izzard)

So, I thought, it's not working. So I threw my breasts out of the window of my Lamborghini, in my mind ... no, I threw the breasts out of the window of my Ford Fiesta, in my mind. Actually, I threw them out over the handlebars of my bicycle [mouthing the words] in my mind. And they hit a small child, who ran, "Mum, mum, mum ... I've been attacked by ... jellyfish!"

Eddie Izzard

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