BONNIE: I mean only the wind in thine own maw in this case; blow, then, serve your turn and cool my hot temper.
THE KNAVE: Sayst thou that I must blow upon thy foot, painted lady?
BONNIE: I ask this deed of you thrice now; and that which a damsel craves constantly is the service of a tongue most moved in capability. Look to my foot; I cannot reach that far. Blow, wind!
THE KNAVE: I fear thy charms. Will not thy consort mind If I bestow his lady fair my wind?
BONNIE: Nay, there’s naught for which Oliver carest; He mindeth not, for he’s a nihilist.

(Two Gentlemen of Lebowski, by Adam Bertocci)