The peripatetic coquette (who shall remain innominate [Miss Whyisa]) deftly extracted the lothario's risible, abditive farrago.
"Wow, that's quite anhedonia!", she reboantly mispronounced.
"It's no calumny to say that I sapiently hariolate that with a little froward, operose brio and sedulity you could salaciously incommode my munificent desuetude sufficiently to cure my atrabilious cynosure of its anhedonia!", she ejaculated, getting "anhedonia" right this time.