Are you really twelve and a half?

Listen mister, it's your time. Fifteen minutes ain't long. When that cigarette burns out, your time is up. [Iris sits on the edge of the sofa and begins undressing]

How old are you? You won't tell me? What's your name?

Easy.

That's not any kind of name.

That's easy to remember.

Yeah, but what's your real name?

I don't like my real name.

Now what's your real name?

Iris.

Well, what's wrong with that? That's a nice name.

Huh! That's what you think. [Iris begins to remove her top]

No, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't you remember me? Remember when you got into a taxi, it was a checkered taxi. You got in and that that guy Matthew came by and he said he wanted to take you away. He pulled you away.

I don't remember that.

You don't remember any of that?

No.

Well. that's all right. I'm gonna get you out of here.

So we'd better make it or Sport will get mad. So how do you want to make it?

I don't want to make it. Who's Sport?

Oh that's Matthew. I call him Sport. [She stands up and begins unbuckling the belt on his pants] You want to make it like this?

Listen, uh, listen, hey, can I tell you somethin'. But you're the one that came into my cab. You're the one that wanted to get out of here.

Well, I must have been stoned.

Why, what do you mean? Do they drug you?

Oh come off it, man.

[Iris continues to try to unzip his fly]

What are you doin'?

Don't you want to make it?

No, I don't want to make it. I want to help you.

Well, I could help you. [Iris reaches for his pants again, but he pushes her back onto the sofa]

Damn, man. Goddamn it. Shit, man. What the hell's the matter with you?

Mister, you don't have to make it mister.

Goddamn it. Don't you want to get out of here? Can't you understand why I came here?

I think I understand, uh. I tried to get into your cab one night and you want to come and take me away. Is that it?

Yeah, but don't you want to go?

I can leave anytime I want to.

Well then, what about that one night?

Look, I was stoned. That's why they stopped me. 'Cause when I'm not stoned, I got no place else to go. So they just, uh, protect me from myself.

Well, I don't know. I don't know. OK, I tried.

I understand, and it means somethin', really.

Oh look, can I see you again?

Ha, ha, that's not hard to do.

No, I don't mean like that. I mean, you know, regularly. This is nothing for a person to do.

All right. How about breakfast tomorrow?

Tomorrow when?

I get up at about one o'clock.

So long, Iris. See you tomorrow. Sweet Iris.