Mmm.. Oh, God, don't tell me you're one of those guys who farts, rolls over, and then goes to sleep.

I picked you up in a bar, after one lousy drink! Whaddya want, to get married?

You shit-heel! [slaps him]

Look! I gotta get up for work soon, so why you don't just go home, huh?

How? You brought me out here.

Here's cab fare. Phone book's on the table.

Jesus, you make it all sound so cheap.

It is! But it beats a good vibrator.

Yeah? Well, at least a vibrator get me off! [gives Duke the finger]

[grabs Red]

Use the payphone, bitch!