Beautiful Girls

Jan: Only when faced with losing me do you decide you want to spend the rest of your life with me. Paul: So, what's wrong with that? I didn't like the alternative. I mean that's how one usually comes to a decision anyway, right? Jan: Wrong again, Paul - one comes to a decision based on what one wants, not based on what one doesn't want. Got it?

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Gina: I'm finished speaking to both of you okay? You're both fucking insane. You want to know what your problem is? MTV, Playboy, and Madison fucking Avenue. Yes. Let me explain something to you, ok? Girls with big tits have big asses. Girls with little tits have little asses. That's the way it goes. God doesn't fuck around; he's a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, beautiful tits and the skinnies little tiny niddlers. It's not my rule. If you don't like it, call him. (to shop owner) Hey Mitch. Thank you. (Looking at a porn magazine) Oh, guys, look what we have here. Look at this, your favorite. Oh, you like that? Tommy: I could go along with that. Gina: Yeah, that's nice right? Well, it doesn't exist OK? Look at the hair. The hair is long, it's flowing, it's like a river. Well, it's a fucking weave OK? And the tits, please! I could hang my overcoat on them. Tits by design were invented to be suckled by babies. Yes, they're purely functional. These are Silicon City. And look, my favori

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Willie: [about Paul's walls, covered with pictures of models] You got to take this shit down. Paul: Why? Willie: You're like a serial killer. Paul: Don't cap on my supermodels. Leave it alone. Willie: It's creepy. Paul: Look who's talking, Mr. Jerry Lee Lewis. Willie: Oh, fucking Mo! Paul: I don't judge. If she can cut her own food, she's fair game. Willie: It's not like that. OK. All I'm saying is you got to take all this down because it's creepy... Paul: Look. The supermodel's a beautiful girl, Will. She can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack all morning. She can make you feel high for the greatest commodity known to man - promise, the promise of a better day, the promise of a greater hope, the promise of a new tomorrow. This particular ore can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl - in her smile, in her soul, in the way she makes every rotten thing about life seem OK. The supermodels, Willie? That's all they are - bottled promise. Scenes from a new day, hope in stilet

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Tommy: Can I ask you a question? Andera: Go ahead. Tommy: How long have you been going out with your boyfriend? Andera: Eight months. Tommy: And it's good? Andera: It's very good. Tommy: He makes you happy? Andera: Yeah. I look for that in a man you know. The ones that make me miserable don't seem to last. Tommy: Right. Andera: You know there are fours words I need to hear before I go to sleep. Four little words. "Good night sweet girl." That's all it takes. I'm easy, I know, but a guy who can muster up those four words is a guy I want to stay with.

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Willie: Do you want to go home with me? Andera: No. Willie: I had to ask, because to be honest with you, I don't find you the least bit attractive. Willie: Now do you want to go home with me? Andera: No.

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Willie: You know how it is, the beginnings? When you first fall in love and you can't eat, you can't sleep and getting a call from her, it makes your day. It's like seeing a shooting star. Andera: It's the best. Willie: Yeah, but, inevitably it goes away. It quiets down. So, this is my thing see, why get married now? Why not have two, three more of those beginning things before I, you know, settle into the big fade? Andera: The big fade, that's an awful way to put it.

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