I wear the pants. Look, they're nice and leathery too and they fit just right in all the right places. It's a dream come true, you don't know what to do with control. You can't handle control, not only control over yourself but over me. I wear the pants. I've got total control and you've got none. You've got no control. Not here. Not anywhere. Not ever. Not with me around. Me and my leather pants own your ass bitch.