Myra Breckinridge (1970)
John Carradine: Surgeon
Myron : [sings to himself] A secret place known to none but me. And in my secret place, you can beg and torture me. I wouldn't tell you where to go. 'Cause in my secret place, secret place, a secret you know. Secret place, a secret you know.
[Surgeon enters to applause]
Surgeon : You realize, once we cut it off, it won't grow back. I mean, it isn't like hair, or fingernails, or toenails, you know.
Myron : What do you think I am, some kind of idiot? I know that!
Surgeon : [shrugs] Eh - how about circumcision? It'd be cheaper.
Myron : Come on, come on, come on, let's get it over with, Myra's waiting!
Surgeon : [shrugs] We'll have to blow up your tits with silicone.
Myron : I thought they used paraffin.
Surgeon : No, that would make them inflammable. You wouldn't want inflammable tits, now, do you?
Myron : [sighs, then sings] I got a secret place known to none but me. And in my secret...
Surgeon : [Indistinct] Cleaver.
Surgeon : I mean scalpel.
Myron : Well, I should think so.
Surgeon : Well, wish me luck. I've never done one of these before.
Myron : [sings] You can beg and torture me. I wouldn't care.