Seriously, you put the cartoon channel on, toss a bag of M&Ms on the couch, and while she's distracted (an hour, at least) you slip out the door and lock her in. Come back from work 12 hours later, tell her that she shouldn't have eaten all the M&Ms, they were tomorrow's lunch too, the cartoons are still blaring, and she's primed and ready for action.
Why wasn't it that simple with New York babes?