New York Stories

It's art. You give it up, you were never an artist in the first place.

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I have to pick up my sister at the airport. I don't know why she can't take a cab like everybody else.

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Paulette: I don't have to sleep with you anymore? Lionel: I'm your all against horse dung and fraud. That's as far as it goes from now on.

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[when Paulette sees Lionel appearing unexpectedly in Paulette's bedroom] I just wanted to kiss your foot. Sorry, nothing personal.

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[to Lionel] Sometimes I feel like a human sacrifice!

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Paulette: [seeing a patrol car with two policemen in it] Kiss the driver on the mouth. Then we'll talk. Lionel: [disbelivering the request and laughing nervously] What? Paulette: Come on, and show me how much you love me. Lionel: [shaken and laughing nervously. after a pause] What if I do? Huh? Paulette: Then I'll know your love is true, and if you don't, your name is King Bullshit, and I pack.

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