Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo?
Yes... yes, I do.
Then why don't you touch it?
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Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo?
Yes... yes, I do.
Then why don't you touch it?
You do that all day and your own shoulders get pretty sore.
You want a massage?
You read my mind. Would you?
Sure. I'm not too good at this. I just know a few basic moves.
Just make it hurt and you're on the right track.
I hope you don't have to get up early tomorrow morning or anything.
No. No, I don't.
Because I think you're somebody I can really talk to. And tonight I feel like - I feel like I'm gonna let loose or something. I feel like - I feel like something incredible is really gonna happen here! [laughs] I feel soooo excited. I don't know why? I feel it. [laughs] I'm glad you came. [laughs]
My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you?
"The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah.
Well, whenever he - you know, when he came...
Yeah.
...he would scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!"
Wow.
Instead of saying something normal like, "Oh, God," or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.
Could we have the check?
It's on the house.
Really?
Sure. What the hell. Different rules apply when it get's this late. You know what I mean? It's like after hours.
Greg called.
Oh, how'd that little **** find out I was staying here tonight? He probably wants to whine to me about his latest boyfriend.
Friends like that are hard to deal with sometimes.
Well, that's what friends are for!
I have had a terrible, terrible night. Do you understand?
I'm just trying to entertain you.
I don't want any entertainment! And, I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry. I am under - oh God, I - I'm unable to get home tonight, you know. I can't get home.
Is Marcy here?
She had to go to the all-night drugstore.
Is she all right?
It's under control.
What type of pot is this?
Colombian.
That's a lie.
What?
This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot.
That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was...
Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you.
Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore. Are you all right?
Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here to see in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now!
What's the matter?
I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up.
Right now?
Yes, right now!
They're in Kiki's bedroom.
Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have ANYTHING to hold them down with.
Which way you headed?
Downtown, SoHo.
Oh, nice... nice. A loft?
Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses.
Really...
She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one?
Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they?
I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460.
243-3460.
Her name's Kiki Bridges.
Kiki Bridges, okay.
Nice talkin' to ya.
Yeah, great talkin' to you.
Why doesn't he have to wait a few minutes?
Tonight is mohawk night. If you had a mohawk, you could go in.
Do you really want to go inside?
Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?
I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there on the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made a move, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours.
My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy?
No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are.
You wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight. You just, wouldn't believe it.
Oh, I'm an ice cream vendor - Mr. Softee.
What? I - you misunderstood me. I didn't ask what you did for a living. I said, you wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight.
It's not boring. And I have my own Mr. Softee truck. It's not - it's not boring.
Art sure is ugly.
Shows how much you know about art. The uglier the art, the more it's worth.
This must be worth a fortune, man.
How about a drink? You look like you could use one.
You don't happen to have any powerful aphrodisiacs back there, do you?
She won't put out, huh?
No, it's not for her. It's for me. I seem to have gotten myself involved with one of your cocktail waitresses.
Miss Bee Hive 1965.
Yes. Don't even ask me how.
So, take off. What's she gonna do? Kill herself?