Hard Eight

Sydney: I have a friend in Los Angeles. Someone... maybe someone who can help. I can make a call for you, tell him you're a friend, so on and so forth, and we can work this thing out here. I think if you need help paying for your mother's funeral, we can work it out. I want you to see that my reasons for doing this are not selfish, only this: I'd hope that you would do the same for me. John: I would. Thank you. Sydney: [shakes John's hand] It's always good to meet a new friend. I'll see you later.

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Sydney: [at the cocktail lounge] Tell me something. Are you required to flirt, to behave as you do toward that table of men over there? Maybe... it's some part of your job? Clementine: Uh, they don't say to do it. Sydney: But if you don't? Clementine: Well, then I get questioned, like: "Why were so rude to them?", and, I mean, I can't talk back. I can't tell them to fuck off and leave me alone. Sydney: As a rule? Clementine: I'd also lose the tip. Sydney: Sounds like an occupational hazard.

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Jimmy: Jesus, we are fucking surrounded by pussy here. Sydney: Hey, hey. Jimmy. Jimmy: What? Sydney: [nodding toward Clementine] Not for my ears, but hers. She can hear that sort of thing across the lounge. Puts her in a very uncomfortable position. Jimmy: I doubt if hearing she's got a great pussy puts her in an uncomfortable position. Sydney: I just don't want it coming from my table. Jimmy: You may not know this but half the women that work here are take-home whores anyway. They get off on that shit. I got a friend, works over at the Sand Dunes where I work. This man's in charge of corralling waitresses for that sort of thing. He's in charge. He is the pussy patrol. Sydney: Jimmy-- Jimmy: What? Sydney: Just, you know--Hey, I live up here. I know what flies and what don't. Jimmy: To tell a babe she's got a nice ass is no crime, believe me.

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Sydney: Here's a robe and some stuff for you. Clementine: Captain? Sydney: Yeah? Clementine: Do you wanna fuck me? Sydney: Do you think that? Clementine: Well, you brought me here. Sydney: Do you think that? Clementine: I don't know. Sydney: You should know before you ask a question like that. Clementine: Well, you're being nice to me-- Sydney: So you'd think I'd want that? Clementine: If you wanted to fuck me-- Sydney: Stop saying that. Clementine: It just seemed like-- Sydney: Well, don't let it seem that way. This is a comfortable bed for you. I want you to sleep on it...to give you something to--a place to have a nice shower and a bed. Clementine: Don't get angry. Sydney: No, I'm not...because I understand...how you could ask a question like that. Clementine: Now you really look at me as a piece of shit. Sydney: No. Clementine: All right.

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Sydney: [John has called Sydney to his hotel room asking for help. Sydney knocks, John answers from behind the closed door] John? John: Sid? Sydney: Yeah. Open up. John: Everything cool? Sydney: What? Yeah, everything's cool. Are you alright? John: I'm fine. Sydney: You gonna open the door? John: I said on the phone, you know... it's kinda screwed up. Sydney: Yeah, so? Open the door, let's see what's going on. John: You promise you'll help me? Sydney: [growing exasperated] John, it's cold out here, open the door. John: Is everything cool? Sydney: John, open the goddamn door, will ya? Sydney: Now what's going on, John? John: Just - shut the door. Sydney: Why are the lights out? John: Okay, Sid? Sydney: Okay I'm not gonna... John: Let's just leave them off for a second... Sydney: I'm not gonna stand here with the lights out. John: Okay now, you promised you'd help me. Sydney: What is this, John? John: I'm sorry, Sid. Sydney: John, what is this? Who is this man? John: He's uh... he's a ho

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Sydney: Where did this thing go wrong? Clementine: Because he thought that he was smart and I was stupid...and I'm not stupid. Sydney: Well, this is a pretty stupid situation, isn't it? Clementine: We'll see how fucking stupid I am when we get my money, won't we? Sydney: You know the first thing they should have taught you at hooker school? You get the money up front. Clementine: Fuck you. John: Syd, don't talk to her like that. Sydney: I'm having a conversation. John: Don't talk to her like that. Sydney: Shut the fuck up. John: I'm warning you, Syd! Don't fucking talk to her like that! She's my wife! We got married this afternoon.

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