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Paul: Could we have the check? Coffee Shop Cashier: It's on the house. Paul: Really? Coffee Shop Cashier: Sure. What the hell. Different rules apply when it get's this late. You know what I mean? It's like after hours.

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Paul: Which way you headed? Marcy: Downtown, SoHo. Paul: Oh, nice... nice. A loft? Marcy: Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses. Paul: Really... Marcy: She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one? Paul: Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they? Marcy: I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460. Paul: 243-3460. Marcy: Her name's Kiki Bridges. Paul: Kiki Bridges, okay. Marcy: Nice talkin' to ya. Paul: Yeah, great talkin' to you.

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Pepe: Art sure is ugly. Neil: Shows how much you know about art. The uglier the art, the more it's worth. Pepe: This must be worth a fortune, man.

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Paul: Is Marcy here? Kiki: She had to go to the all-night drugstore. Paul: Is she all right? Kiki: It's under control.

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Kiki: You do that all day and your own shoulders get pretty sore. Paul: You want a massage? Kiki: You read my mind. Would you? Paul: Sure. I'm not too good at this. I just know a few basic moves. Kiki: Just make it hurt and you're on the right track.

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Marcy: I hope you don't have to get up early tomorrow morning or anything. Paul: No. No, I don't. Marcy: Because I think you're somebody I can really talk to. And tonight I feel like - I feel like I'm gonna let loose or something. I feel like - I feel like something incredible is really gonna happen here! [laughs] I feel soooo excited. I don't know why? I feel it. [laughs] I'm glad you came. [laughs]

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Paul: Greg called. Marcy: Oh, how'd that little faggot find out I was staying here tonight? He probably wants to whine to me about his latest boyfriend. Paul: Friends like that are hard to deal with sometimes. Marcy: Well, that's what friends are for!

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Paul: Why don't you just tell me what's wrong? Marcy: I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there on the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made a move, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours. Paul: My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy? Marcy: No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are.

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Marcy: My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you? Paul: "The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah. Marcy: Well, whenever he - you know, when he came... Paul: Yeah. Marcy: ...he would scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!" Paul: Wow. Marcy: Instead of saying something normal like, "Oh, God," or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.

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Paul: What type of pot is this? Marcy: Colombian. Paul: That's a lie. Marcy: What? Paul: This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot. Marcy: That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was... Paul: Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you. Marcy: Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore. Are you all right? Paul: Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here to see in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now! Marcy: What's the matter? Paul: I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up. Marcy: Right now? Paul: Yes, right now! Marcy: They're in Kiki's bedroom. Paul: Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have ANYTHING to hold them down with.

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Julie: Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo? Paul: Yes... yes, I do. Julie: Then why don't you touch it?

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Tom the Bartender: How about a drink? You look like you could use one. Paul: You don't happen to have any powerful aphrodisiacs back there, do you? Tom the Bartender: She won't put out, huh? Paul: No, it's not for her. It's for me. I seem to have gotten myself involved with one of your cocktail waitresses. Tom the Bartender: Miss Bee Hive 1965. Paul: Yes. Don't even ask me how. Tom the Bartender: So, take off. What's she gonna do? Kill herself?

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Club Berlin Bouncer: Got any money? Paul: Yes I got money. Is that what this is all about, you want money? Why didn't you ask for that in the first place man. Here, it's all I got. Club Berlin Bouncer: I'll take your money 'cos I don't want you to feel you left anything untried. Now, you keep the quarter... [gives Paul his quarter back] ...but you still have to wait a few minutes.

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Paul: Why doesn't he have to wait a few minutes? Club Berlin Bouncer: Tonight is mohawk night. If you had a mohawk, you could go in. Paul: [laughs] Oh, come on! We're both adults! Why don't you just let me in? Club Berlin Bouncer: Do you really want to go inside?

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Paul: You wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight. You just, wouldn't believe it. Gail: Oh, I'm an ice cream vendor - Mr. Softee. Paul: What? I - you misunderstood me. I didn't ask what you did for a living. I said, you wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight. Gail: It's not boring. And I have my own Mr. Softee truck. It's not - it's not boring.

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Paul: I have had a terrible, terrible night. Do you understand? Gail: I'm just trying to entertain you. Paul: I don't want any entertainment! And, I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry. I am under - oh God, I - I'm unable to get home tonight, you know. I can't get home.

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Paul: Couldn't you just give me one token, please? Subway Attendant: I can't do that. I may lose my job. Paul: Well, who would know... exactly? Subway Attendant: I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone... who knows?

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Julie: I'm gonna give you a present. Paul: Don't do that. That's really not necessary at all. I mean, I've only known you for, what, an hour. Julie: No, no, no. You said that you were gonna come back and you did. In these days, that is something to be commended and rewarded. Do you know what this is? Paul: No. Julie: This is a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight. I bought it from a local artist, Kiki Bridges. Did you ever hear of her?