The teutonic spy/dance-hall-dame — Lili von Shtüpp had been enlisted by Hedley Lamarr to ensnare the sheriff of the sleepy western town called Rock Ridge in, to mimic the von Shtupp vernacular, "hewr twap of ewotic intwigue.” It sure was going to be easy, she has been with thousands of men, again and again; they’re always coming and going and going and coming… and always too soon. She’s had her fill of love. From below and above. She’s tired, no good, washed out, wiped out… you get the drift. And ain’t it a crying shame? But you know how it is. Men are like wet sauerkraut in her hands. By morning, they could all be her slave. Splendid, just like her!

So, after putting on a spectacular (not really, more like half-assed) performance of her totally not improvised song ”I’m Tired” in her best set of lingerie; Lili decided to find that darned sheriff. Y’know, to simply join her for some delicious schnitzengruben in her dressing room. No more, no less.

“Would you care for another schnitzengruben?” she asks, in her very apparent accent, piling tons of that meat onto your plate. “I know, it’s simply delectable…”