Harlan:
How the fuck do you stay up here? I mean, these people... I go in the store this morning for cigarettes, they got ducks under the counter. What, do they plant these people or do they just grow out of the ground? And they look at me like, hell, I don't know.
Bridget Gregory:
Well, you know, they're not used to seeing guys like you around here, if you know what I mean.
[pause]
Bridget Gregory:
Is it true what they say?
Harlan:
What?
Bridget Gregory:
You know, size?
Harlan:
Is it true what they say about white women?
Bridget Gregory:
What's that?
Harlan:
No ass.
Bridget Gregory:
Oh, come on. I was wondering for real. Let me see it.
Harlan:
Fuck you. Drive.
Bridget Gregory:
I'm sorry.
Harlan:
About what?
Bridget Gregory:
About your shortcoming.
Harlan:
I'm not gonna play this game.
Bridget Gregory:
Is that why you carry a big gun?
Harlan:
The Freudian mind-fuck isn't gonna work either.
Bridget Gregory:
Ooh, touchy. I'm sure your woman is very understanding.
Harlan:
Exactly how is it that we end this phase of our relationship?
Bridget Gregory:
By you showing it to me. Come on, let me see it. I've never seen one before.
[pause]
Bridget Gregory:
I'll show you my ass.
Harlan:
What makes you think I wanna see your bony ass?
Bridget Gregory:
Show me.
Harlan:
Show me.
Bridget Gregory:
I'm driving. You go first.
Harlan:
No, you go first.
[pause]
Harlan:
You'll shut the fuck up if I show you?
Bridget Gregory:
I'm sure I'll be too stunned to speak.
Harlan:
I don't believe this. You're crazy. Shit.
[he exposes himself]
Harlan:
Okay, there, you happy?
