And it's cerise.

Cerise? Yes, sir.

- Cerise. - I'm sorry, sir.

Color. Cerise is a color.

I think a Caneton aux cerises.

I should never wear cerise, apparently.

Bring me my cerise-colored binder, Jonah.

- The cerise binders, sir. - No, that's cherry red.

I instantly imagined you in a ruched burgundy bias-cut evening gown with a wolverine hem and a contrasting cerise tulle décolletage.

Please... when you came through the door tonight, I instantly imagined you in a ruched burgundy bias-cut evening gown with a wolverine hem and a contrasting cerise tulle décolletage.