I want you to promise me smoethin', okay? Okay. Someday, if ...
Arlene: I want you to promise me smoethin', okay?
Arlene: Someday, if I ever find another man, I want you to look inside his head and tell me everything that's in there.
Sookie: Uh... Arlene, it doesn't really work that way.
Arlene: Promise me, okay? Cause I have the worst taste in men