Tell me, what kind of... what kind of money you girls make these days? Ballpark.

Can't take less than a hundred dollars.

Hundred dollars a night?

For an hour.

An hour? You make a hundred dollars an hour and you got a safety pin holding your boot up? You gotta be joking.

I never joke about money.

Neither do I.

[He turns to her.]

Hundred dollars a hour. Pretty stiff.

[She reaches over into his lap.]

Well, no... but it's got potential.