Dancing At The Blue Iguana Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Dancing At The Blue Iguana Script


  

 

                   

Woman:

Yes, I'll hold.



 

                   

Uncle Neil?



 

                   

Hi, it's Jessica.



 

                   

How are you?



 

                   

Really?



 

                   

Yeah, I'm in Hollywood.



 

                   

So what have you been doing

for the past five years?



 

                   

Yeah?



 

                   

I miss you.



  

                   

A lot.



  

                   

When can I come

and visit you?



  

                   

Can you come

and visit me?



  

                   

I'd love it

if you came and visited me.



  

                   

I don't care about that.



  

                   

It doesn't matter anymore.

I just want to see you.



  

                   

Okay, I'll try.



  

                   

Are you ready?



  

                   

Yes... okay.



  

                   

Bye.



  

                   

Man: Heather,

can I get a beer?



  

                   

- Man # : You got money?

- Man # : I do.



  

                   

- Man # : How are you doing?

- Man # : Haven't seen you in a while.



  

                   

I haven't been

around in a while.



  

                   

I've been keeping an eye

on the cover of Rolling Stone



  

                   

- and haven't seen you there either.

- Keep watching.



  

                   

Man # : Excuse me.



  

                   

Mr. Black Cloud.



  

                   

How are you doing?



  

                   

Okay.

How are you?



  

                   

- I want to talk to you.

- I want to talk to you too.



  

                   

- Hey Bobby,

- Bobby: Yeah?



  

                   

Look at this one

that Paulina showed me.



  

                   

I don't know how to get

into it very gracefully.



  

                   

Bobby:

That's real sexy.



  

                   

Bobby: I like that.



  

                   

- You do?

- Yeah.



  

                   

Make sure this guy pays you

before you show him any tit.



  

                   

- Are we open?

- Bobby: Yes, ma'am, we are.



  

                   

- We are?

- Yes.



  

                   

Fuck,

I have to get dressed!



  

                   

Look at the difference

between that eye and that eye.



  

                   

That's a half centimeter more.

And you can't put that out.



  

                   

- Bobby: Has anybody seen Jo?

- Woman # : No, but her shit's here.



  

                   

She went outside.

Probably sucking some guy's cock.



  

                   

Bobby: Tell her

to come in the office.



  

                   

Tell her yourself.

Probably sucking some guy's cock.



  

                   

Woman:

Simone's going up for me.



  

                   

Whatever happens outside

this club is none of my business.



  

                   

But what happens in here, is.



  

                   

If he gives you

any shit, let me know.



  

                   

- I'm in control.

- You're in control.



  

                   

- I'm just trying to get unstoned.

- Hurry up.



  

                   

Bobby:

Get dressed, please.



  

                   

Oh, fuck!



  

                   

I'm getting signed right now, so-



  

                   

- Congratulations.

- Finally turning around.



  

                   

That's so good,

because I need money.



  

                   

I need to be able to get

things for the little boy,



  

                   

- or the little girl-

- Listen.



  

                   

I really want to party.

You know?



  

                   

Okay, can we not party

for a couple of days?



  

                   

Because if we meet with

this lady and you're not high,



  

                   

then she'll think

we're both stable



  

                   

and you can tell her

you're going to get a deal



  

                   

- and make a lot of money-

- Am I going to sign something?



  

                   

Uh...no. Well, you might

have to sign something,



  

                   

but you can use

a fake name if you



  

                   

- know the social security number-

- Wait, so I sign something,



  

                   

and you'll get

a full-grown child?



  

                   

No, he would be a six

or seven-year-old, probably.



  

                   

Man: Okay.



  

                   

- I'll do it.

- Really?



  

                   

Oh, thank you,

Charlie.



  

                   

Check this out, Bobby.



  

                   

Nico.



  

                   

Yeah,

Carrie Crawford?



  

                   

Eddie Hazel,

from the Blue Iguana.



  

                   

Right, down in LA.



  

                   

We'd like to get Nico in for a party

we're having next week.



  

                   

She'd be a great addition

to our program as a feature dancer.



  

                   

She has time

in her schedule?



  

                   

Yeah,

we're real happy.



  

                   

Give me a call back.

My number's    -    .



  

                   

Eddie Hazel.

Blue Iguana.



  

                   

Okay,

I'll talk to you then.



  

                   

This ain't going

to be cheap.



  

                   

I ain't worried

about cheap, baby.



  

                   

We'll fill this club, she's

getting     to     guys a night.



  

                   

There's a reason why.



  

                   

Eddie: My, oh my,

we got us a full house.



  

                   

- Good day.

- How are you doing?



  

                   

- Thank you.

- Eddie: Be sure to make money.



  

                   

I don't want you

getting used to this.



  

                   

Come by later,

I've got to talk to you.



  

                   

- Eddie: This is for you.

- Thanks for your help.



  

                   

Where's Jo?



  

                   

I think she went outside.



  

                   

- Hey, Eddie.

- Where the fuck have you been?



  

                   

What do you mean, where

the fuck have I been? I'm here!



   

                   

- My shit is here.

- Put that out.



   

                   

Woman # :

Thank you for the flower.



   

                   

Jo:

Where's my flower?



   

                   

- Thank you, sweetheart!

- Don't think it's gonna be that easy.



   

                   

You come in here late,



   

                   

- acting up, smoking.

- Fuck you, fuck you.



   

                   

- Jo: Fuck you.

- Eddie: Yeah, okay.



   

                   

Eddie: You'll get it later,

if you're good.



   

                   

Jo: I was sick, Eddie.

I was sick.



   

                   

Shut up,

you fucking hyena!



   

                   

I would appreciate if you didn't

get all over that black guy.



   

                   

- He's one of my regulars.

- Jo: The one with the Jheri-Curl?



   

                   

- That's one of your regulars?

- Yes, it is.



   

                   

Jo: He's such

a fucking freak.



   

                   

I would appreciate

if you took that guy back,



   

                   

'cause he's just an asshole.



   

                   

Let me give you a suggestion.

You should get a titjob.



   

                   

Eddie:

Get off. Come here!



   

                   

- Jo:...take that money-

- Shut the fuck up!



   

                   

I will

suspend both of you.



   

                   

And don't call my bluff!



   

                   

Thank you. It's jealousy.



   

                   

Can you believe that?



   

                   

Man: I got my own.



   

                   

I'll show you how

it's done, all right, boy?



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

Oh, fuck!

What time is it?



   

                   

No, I forgot. Okay? I forgot.

No, I have it.



   

                   

No, I'll be there

in    minutes.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

- Jo: Hey, Johnny.

- How are you doing?



   

                   

- Do you have the money?

- Yeah. Here you go.



   

                   

What the fuck is this?

I told you   .



   

                   

- No, you didn't tell me   .

- I told you   .



   

                   

Are you all right?



   

                   

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.



   

                   

- Jo: Where's the rest of my money?

- I'll give it to you next week.



   

                   

- Johnny: See you later.

- Fuck it!



   

                   

Two.



   

                   

You got them

from in there?



   

                   

$ .   each.



   

                   

I know you.



   

                   

You dance at the Blue Iguana.

Right? I just saw you there.



   

                   

- Yeah.

- What's your name? Jasmine?



   

                   

- Mm-hm.

- Jorge.



   

                   

- Hi, Jorge. Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.



   

                   

- I remember your name.

- Will you come by again?



   

                   

- Yeah, I should be there soon.

- Can I have my books?



   

                   

Thanks.

Bye, handsome. Say hi.



   

                   

I will.



   

                   

I know that girl.



   

                   

I didn't know

you went to strip clubs?



   

                   

- What are you talking about?

- She's a stripper.



   

                   

- She comes to my poetry readings.

- No, she dances at the Blue Iguana.



   

                   

She's a stripper.



   

                   

Why don't you go

in the back and stack?



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

- She said I was handsome.

- Hey, big day!



   

                   

This is Eddie Hazel,

from the Blue Iguana.



   

                   

I wanted to invite you to a party

here this Saturday night...



   

                   

- Hi, Jessie, I'm Bobby.

- I'm here for the audition.



   

                   

- You're late.

- I'm sorry. I like your hair.



   

                   

It's very snazzy.



   

                   

- Okay, thanks.

- Jessie: Hello, Mr. Hazel.



   

                   

- How are you?

- My name's Jessie.



   

                   

- I'm here for the audition.

- All right. Nice.



   

                   

- I like your glasses.

- Thank you.



   

                   

- Have you danced before?

- I danced at Cheetahs for six months.



   

                   

Do you have a pen?



   

                   

Do you have an ID?



   

                   

I don't have it on me.

It's at the apartment.



   

                   

Eddie:

We'll need to see some ID.



   

                   

We've got all kinds

of vice people, ABC coming in.



   

                   

Are you planning on

stabbing someone tonight?



   

                   

- No.

- It's a joke.



   

                   

- This is soft.

- So...



   

                   

Where did you get this?



   

                   

Bobby:

Jimmy, put it on.



   

                   

Jimmy: Hi.



   

                   

I'm okay. And you?



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

Eddie: Yeah.



   

                   

We open up at  :  .



   

                   

We'll put you in the line-up.



   

                   

Don't forget your ID.



   

                   

Jessie: Thank you, Eddie.

I'll see you tonight.



   

                   

Bobby: We run a tightjoint here.



   

                   

No drugs, no hand jobs,

no blowjobs and no fucking.



   

                   

You are so handsome.



   

                   

- Did anyone ever tell you that?

- Thank you.



   

                   

Yeah, I get it all the time.



   

                   

Brad Pitt's got nothing on me.



   

                   

- I think you're a doll.

- That's fine.



   

                   

Tape playing: The word angle is spelled,



   

                   

A- N-G-L-E,



   

                   

whilst the word angel is spelled,



   

                   

- A-N-G-E-L.

- Angle.



   

                   

- Tape: Angle.

- Angle.



   

                   

- Angel.

- Angel.



   

                   

How many nights?



   

                   

One.



   

                   

It's    plus tax,

that is $  .  .



   

                   

Hello!



   

                   

LA paper.

Complimentary.



   

                   

Tape:

Listen and check your answers.



   

                   

Practice saying them.



   

                   

He wears a uniform.

- He wears a uniform.



   

                   

She's a pilot.

She flies all over the world.



   

                   

- She's a pilot-

- Jo: Angel!



   

                   

In winter, Alice goes skiing,



   

                   

and in summer, she plays golf...



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen,

she fell from the sky.



   

                   

The celestial Angel.



   

                   

Whoo!



   

                   

Jasmine: You know? Excuse me? Hi.



   

                   

You're sitting in someone's seat.



   

                   

It's Angel's seat.

Why don't you sit-



   

                   

yeah, sit in Jo's seat.



   

                   

- I'm Jessie, by the way.

- Hi Jessie, I'm Jasmine.



   

                   

You have beautiful lips.

Do you use collagen?



   

                   

No, they're natural.



   

                   

There's some freak hanging

outside in a green Cadillac.



   

                   

- Jessie: I saw him.

- Did you see him?



   

                   

That's fucking freaky.



   

                   

We ought to tell Bobby,

to get him-



   

                   

- I saw him twice last week.

- Stormy, did you see him?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

- Jasmine: Is he there now?

- Jessie: Yeah.



   

                   

Jasmine: Remember that

guy who followed me home?



   

                   

- Don't go out there.

- I'll be right back.



   

                   

- Jasmine: Don't go outside.

- I want to see who it is.



   

                   

Jasmine: If you talk to him,

tell him to fuck off.



   

                   

Jo: I don't fucking believe this.



   

                   

Excuse me? Honey?



   

                   

New girl? Barbie?



   

                   

You're sitting in my seat.

This is my seat.



   

                   

You might notice

there's stuff in front of it?



   

                   

There's a jacket on the back of it.



   

                   

Jasmine, how could

you let her sit in my seat?



   

                   

- Jasmine: Don't talk to me.

- Jo: Find your own space.



   

                   

Find your own space,

and we'll all get along.



   

                   

Angel: You know that guy

who looks like Colonel Sanders?



   

                   

- He gave me some bud and l-

- Jo: Hey, bitch, you're up!



   

                   

- I just came off stage!

- Jo: Not you, cornflake,



   

                   

I'm talking to Jasmine.



   

                   

Jo: Jasmine, it's your turn.

I'm not going up.



   

                   

I'm not ready.

I have to let my rubber breathe.



   

                   

- Jasmine:...they're saying Jo.

- They're not.



   

                   

- I can't go. I'm not ready.

- Jessie: I'll go.



   

                   

Jo: You'll go for me?

You'll do that for me?



   

                   

You're a really sweet girl.

You know that?



   

                   

Jo: She's Jessie.

She's our new addition.



   

                   

She gets along with everybody.



   

                   

We love little Jessie here.



   

                   

Go on up.

You're gonna miss your-



   

                   

And now,

making her stage debut...



   

                   

she's young, she's beautiful,

she's perfection.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen, put

your hands together for Jessie!



   

                   

Just wondering.

Did you ever get her ID?



   

                   

Yes, I know who she is.



   

                   

I talked to Billy.



   

                   

Did that call from Nico come yet?



   

                   

It's on the machine.



   

                   

Come on, Bobby, you said

you were going to tell me.



   

                   

Mm-hm.



   

                   

I'm telling you.



   

                   

Hi, Eddie Hazel,



   

                   

this is Nico.

So it looks like we're on, baby.



   

                   

I'll be there.

You have my numbers. Bye.



   

                   

Jo: Are you okay?

You doing okay, kid?



   

                   

Customer: My glasses, my glasses.



   

                   

Jo: Why don't you take them off?



   

                   

We'll put them right here.

Are you okay with that?



   

                   

All right, sweetie.

Okay, how's that?



   

                   

- Everything okay?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Want to see the bad side?



   

                   

- All right. Here we go.

- Oh God.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

Jessie.



   

                   

- Want to dance tonight?

- Mmm.



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

Charlie: I don't

have any money for this.



   

                   

I'll make an exception.



   

                   

Eddie: Listen to this.



   

                   

That's not the message I saved.



   

                   

Woman:

I realize our ancestral humor



   

                   

goes through common

longing and resistance.



   

                   

I know the effort

you will not make



   

                   

until you are ready

to accept I am not a war.



   

                   

That was great!



   

                   

Greatjob.

Thank you, Fiona.



   

                   

I forgot to mention earlier,

we put some fliers on the chairs



   

                   

referring to the upcoming

poetry slam in San Francisco.



   

                   

As you know,

it is the most important



   

                   

poetry event on the West Coast

so be sure to check it out.



   

                   

Now, without further ado,

I'd like to bring up Sophie Delvaux,



   

                   

whose latest collection,

''Autumn Sopranos,''



   

                   

will soon be published

by the Hubcap Poets Library.



   

                   

Sophie.



   

                   

''Dreamboat.



   

                   

Sleep is a boat moored

in this room at night



   

                   

And again at dawn.



   

                   

In between,

itjourneys over the world,



   

                   

Travels inside

the scheme of things,



   

                   

Moves out over the stars,



   

                   

Comes, sailing into port,

its cargo...''



   

                   

You never read.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

So what's that on your paper?



   

                   

- Your laundry list?

- Mm-hmm.



   

                   

Maybe you should come

and read your laundry list.



   

                   

Maybe not.



   

                   

- Hey.

- Hey, baby.



   

                   

- Hey, Stormy?

- Yeah.



   

                   

You don't know

a Marie Hughes, do you?



   

                   

Marie Hughes, ring a bell?



   

                   

- What is that?

- I don't know.



   

                   

Some attorney type dropped

it off for her about    minutes ago.



   

                   

I'll give it to her.



   

                   

No, I'll give it to her.

Do you know who it is?



   

                   

- Yeah, it's me.

- You?



   

                   

Fan mail?



   

                   

Use your stage name,

not your real name.



   

                   

You hear me?



   

                   

Oh my God.



   

                   

Oh my God.



   

                   

- I think I'm pregnant.

- No, you're not.



   

                   

Yeah, look at this.



   

                   

- What the fuck is that?

- It's at the plus.



   

                   

- That means you're pregnant.

- Where did you get this?



   

                   

In the bathroom.



   

                   

I was peeing and I found it

beneath the toilet.



   

                   

Did you piss on it?



   

                   

Well, I was standing-

I was hovering



   

                   

because the toilet is gross.



   

                   

So I was peeing

and I looked down



   

                   

and I saw this

right beneath the toilet.



   

                   

And I think

I might have dribbled on it.



   

                   

Did you piss on the thing?



   

                   

- There's piss on it...

- That's gross.



   

                   

and I might have dribbled on it...



   

                   

- You're not fucking anyone.

- Nobody right now,



   

                   

but I heard

on the Discovery Channel



   

                   

that sperm

can live a long time.



   

                   

When was the last

time you fucked anyone?



   

                   

- Six or seven months.

- That is not yours.



   

                   

- Kathy, this is yours?

- No, it's not mine.



   

                   

- Tiffany?

- No, it's not mine.



   

                   

- See, it's mine.

- No, it's not.



   

                   

- This isn't yours, right?

- You didn't piss on it,



   

                   

- you're not fucking anyone.

- I've been wanting to get pregnant.



   

                   

- Jasmine: Jessie, is this yours?

- Jo: Get off of my things.



   

                   

- Jo: I'd appreciate it.

- Jasmine: Jo?



   

                   

Where's Stormy?



   

                   

- Angel: I want to keep it.

- Angel, don't!



   

                   

Why do you want to keep it?

Someone pissed on that.



   

                   

It's not yours.



   

                   

Jo: Okay, kids, go to town!



   

                   

Whoo!



   

                   

Stormy, what do you get

for a blowjob?



   

                   

$   .



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

- Give it to me. Is this yours?

- What is it?



   

                   

I don't know

what the fuck it is.



   

                   

It stinks.

Get it away from me.



   

                   

- Sit down.

- What?



   

                   

- Are you pregnant?

- What?



   

                   

Are you pregnant?



   

                   

What the fuck

is the matter with you?



   

                   

Do I look like I'm pregnant?

No, I'm not.



   

                   

- What's going on?

- Angel found it and thinks it's hers.



   

                   

- But it's obviously not hers.

- Angel found it. It's probably hers.



   

                   

Angel, honey, are you pregnant?

Congratulations, baby!



   

                   

You'll make

such a good mother.



   

                   

Just don't leave

the baby in the park.



   

                   

Jasmine: Jo, sit down.



   

                   

Look at me, will you?

Are you pregnant?



   

                   

- No.

- How late are you?



   

                   

I'm not late.



   

                   

I'm not late.

I'm not late.



   

                   

- Jasmine: Give it to me!

- Keep your hands off of my pills!



   

                   

Fuck! What the fuck

is the matter with you people?



   

                   

- Jasmine: How late are you?

- I'm not late, okay?



   

                   

All right, I got-



   

                   

give me this.



   

                   

- What does that mean-

- Jasmine: It means you're pregnant.



   

                   

Angel: It's a plus, there's

a little blue plus sign right there.



   

                   

All right, I'm not a moron.

I read the box.



   

                   

- It's a plus sign, okay?

- Jasmine: Are you gonna keep it?



   

                   

I'm not going to keep it.

I'm gonna throw it away.



   

                   

It's disgusting.

What do you think?



   

                   

If you want, I have a doctor.



   

                   

- I think I got a defective EPT...

- No, you did not.



   

                   

- because it was in my...

- Angel: It's so beautiful.



   

                   

Honey, I have a doctor in

Culver City who can take care of it.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Can you make

an appointment for me?



   

                   

'Cause I don't want to

carry it around.



   

                   

It's okay.



   

                   

- Hey, Bobby.

- Hey.



   

                   

- Bobby, you seen Charlie?

- Yeah, I've seen him.



   

                   

He gave me a tip.



   

                   

Fucking asshole.



   

                   

Where is he? I have to arrange

something with him.



   

                   

You really want to know?



   

                   

Yeah, why?

What happened?



   

                   

Come on,

let's go for a smoke.



   

                   

Why?

What happened?



   

                   

Asshole!

The motherfucker?



   

                   

- What am I supposed to do now?

- You'll be fine.



   

                   

What do you mean?



   

                   

He told me he was going to come

to the meeting with me.



   

                   

I give him something and he was

going to be my fiancÚ,



   

                   

and he made me a promise.



   

                   

He said,

''I'm going to come with you,



   

                   

and then he goes off

with the first- fucking little-



   

                   

What, you need a leech?

Here, calm down.



   

                   

Fuck! I need him

to show I'm like



   

                   

a whole person who's going

to get married and stuff-



   

                   

Sit down. Sit down.



   

                   

Relax.



   

                   

Bobby...



   

                   

You can do better

than Charlie.



   

                   

Yeah, right.



   

                   

Some kid's going to be

lucky to have you as a mom.



   

                   

That's what

you got to remember.



   

                   

He wasn't going

to be there with me.



   

                   

He was going

to go to the interview.



   

                   

Now what am I going to do?



   

                   

Let me look

at that tip he gave you.



   

                   

What are you doing?

That's my money.



   

                   

- That's my money.

- That's Charlie's money.



   

                   

You can have this.



   

                   

I'll tell you what.



   

                   

I'm going to check with Eddie

and I'll give you a ride home.



   

                   

Don't be a long time, Bobby.



   

                   

Woman: Miss Willow?

You can come in now.



   

                   

Miss Willow, why do you

want to foster a child?



   

                   

Well, because

I really love children,



   

                   

and I really feel

that I could give them



   

                   

a safe and happy place to be



   

                   

while they're waiting

for their parents



   

                   

to get out of rehab orjail-



   

                   

Sometimes these kids do come



   

                   

from very disturbed backgrounds



   

                   

and it's important to have

a safe and secure environment



   

                   

and someone with an open mind.



   

                   

Yeah, I have a very open mind.



   

                   

Yeah, like your sign that says,

''The hand of friendship has no color.''



   

                   

I don't look down on Michael Jackson

for changing the color of his skin.



   

                   

We have people in my building that are-



   

                   

there's three lesbians

living in one apartment.



   

                   

All of them sleep in the same bed



   

                   

and they're the most normal

people that you can ever meet.



   

                   

Even though they sleep together,

they're so nice.



   

                   

Oh, I'm sure they actually-



   

                   

you live in the same building,

so this is an apartment on Whitsett?



   

                   

- Spec.

- Spec. You moved.



   

                   

No, it's around

the corner from Whitsett.



   

                   

That was the direction.



   

                   

Okay. So-



   

                   

Okay, so how long have

you lived in Los Angeles?



   

                   

- For six years.

- And where did you grow up?



   

                   

- Oklahoma.

- You moved here from Oklahoma?



   

                   

- Six years from Oklahoma?

- No, I was in Vegas for a while.



   

                   

What were you doing in Vegas?



   

                   

- I was engaged.

- Did you get married?



   

                   

No. I would have, but

he didn't want to marry me



   

                   

because...



   

                   

he was a very wealthy man,

but he had some character flaws.



   

                   

What kind of character flaws?



   

                   

He liked really young women.



   

                   

You're a beautiful woman.



   

                   

I can't imagine him finding

someone younger or more attractive.



   

                   

Well, thanks, but when I turned   

I was just kind of kicked out.



   

                   

Do you have a significant other now?



   

                   

Mm-hm. Charlie.

He's my fiancÚ



   

                   

and he was going to

come with me today



   

                   

and I know you might

be worried that he's not here



   

                   

but he had a big record deal

and they needed him in New York



   

                   

because he might be

doing some music with Yanni...



   

                   

- Oh.

- or some other people.



   

                   

That's very soulful.



   

                   

- Okay-

- He's very soulful.



   

                   

What do you fear most in life?



   

                   

- Death.

- What does that bring up for you?



   

                   

Not being able to live.



   

                   

And what about

the most pleasurable thing?



   

                   

- Love.

- Love.



   

                   

- Miss Willow?

- Hm-hum?



   

                   

What do you think

you can give a child?



   

                   

Well, I have a Teddy bear

that I had when I was a kid.



   

                   

And I make a really good

fluffer-nutter sandwich.



   

                   

You are-

you are very charming.



   

                   

I want you

to understand something.



   

                   

Fostering a child

is not a hobby



   

                   

- and it's not an activity-

- Oh no, I know.



   

                   

It's very serious.

It's an occupation.



   

                   

It's a commitment

that you're going to make.



   

                   

I know, I understand.



   

                   

I have too many hobbies already,



   

                   

- so...

- Okay.



   

                   

Jasmine: Would you look at my ass?



   

                   

There's something in it.

Is it warts?



   

                   

- I don't want to have herpes.

- No, it's not.



   

                   

You just cut your asshole, that's all.



   

                   

Just put a little...



   

                   

Angel: You might feel sorry for me

'cause I only made one dollar.



   

                   

- Ha!

- Jo: Oh, please!



   

                   

Woman: Jesus, Angel!



   

                   

Jessie: Put some

aloe vera on that, Jasmine.



   

                   

Angel: I've been

thinking about little Jo,



   

                   

because it would

be really easy to remember.



   

                   

It's like your name.



   

                   

And it would be

good for a girl or a boy.



   

                   

Can I get your attention?

Don't forget.



   

                   

Hello, Tiffany...

Party at my house



   

                   

the day after tomorrow

for the foster kid.



   

                   

Sometimes it takes a

while to find the right guy,



   

                   

and people can piss

off people and the thing is-



   

                   

- Angel: Hello!

- What?



   

                   

We're getting my apartment ready for

my foster kid the day after tomorrow.



   

                   

I'll make a map so everyone knows

how to get to my apartment, okay?



   

                   

Man:

Remember these glasses?



   

                   

I was wondering if,

maybe, you could hold them



   

                   

while I straighten things out

with the landlord.



   

                   

Straighten it out?



   

                   

Those were my wife's.



   

                   

She loved them and it's

the only memento I got of her.



   

                   

That's Stormy!



   

                   

Eddie, Harry left

his binoculars for you.



   

                   

- Harry left these?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

- Hey, Desiree?

- Yeah?



   

                   

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.



   

                   

Hi.

It's room  - - .



   

                   

Yes. No,

I am not going.



   

                   

Yes, I stay

one more night.



   

                   

No, no problem.



   

                   

You scared me.



   

                   

You want me

to get out of your way?



   

                   

No, I have

nowhere to go.



   

                   

- Light me one, will you?

- Yeah, sure.



   

                   

He's here, Bobby.



   

                   

Who?



   

                   

Sullivan.



   

                   

Your brother?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

He wants me

to go see him.



   

                   

Mmm-hmm.



   

                   

He's staying

at the Sunset Hilton.



   

                   

You know where that is?



   

                   

Yeah. Yeah.



   

                   

He's getting married.



   

                   

He's going

to be a daddy.



   

                   

- You're going to be an aunt.

- Fuck you.



   

                   

Fuck no,

I don't want to see him.



   

                   

How did we do tonight?



   

                   

We did all right.



   

                   

Do you want some advice?



   

                   

Wait until Christmas,



   

                   

buy them all nice little gifts,

you go home,



   

                   

you take a picture

and you go home.



   

                   

I don't want your advice.



   

                   

I want to see him.



   

                   

Bobby:    Fleetwood.



   

                   

We drove across the country

in that car.



   

                   

I always wanted to do that.



   

                   

Best memories of my life.



   

                   

- He's right there.

- Where?



   

                   

Stormy: Right there.

My brother.



   

                   

- Bobby: How do you know?

- I know.



   

                   

I know he's on

the left side of the bed



   

                   

and he's smoking

a cigarette and thinking.



   

                   

I'm not going up.



   

                   

I don't want to go up.



   

                   

- You want to go back to my place?

- No, take me back to my car.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Man: Okay, this is

an excellent guitar, so...



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Baby, come here.



   

                   

You look great with this.

Here, let me tell you.



   

                   

You hear that sound?



   

                   

Yeah, this is a '   Gibson Les Paul.



   

                   

There is more history

behind this instrument.



   

                   

You have to hold it

like a precious baby.



   

                   

Charlie:

Think baby Jesus.



   

                   

Jessie:

I have the goods.



   

                   

- I'm so proud of you.

- Man: That'll be four, three,



   

                   

two, four, seven,

ninety-three. Cash?



   

                   

- Cash.

- That's cash. Take them.



   

                   

- Man: Okay. Excellent.

- Are you happy?



   

                   

Thank you, baby.



   

                   

Jasmine: I got all this great

stuff at the    Cent Store



   

                   

and I thought-

Wake up!



   

                   

I got this really

great snorkel.



   

                   

The kid can use it

as a snorkel in this pool.



   

                   

Oh, that's so cute!



   

                   

Where's Jo?



   

                   

Where's everybody?



   

                   

I think everybody

had an appointment.



   

                   

I haven't heard from anybody.



   

                   

Jasmine: You know that guy

who throws that shit up on stage?



   

                   

- Presents!

- Yeah, I need to wake up.



   

                   

So I think we should

smoke it right now.



   

                   

Yeah 'cause

we need to organize.



   

                   

We need to concentrate.



   

                   

- Jasmine: Did you move the couch?

- Yeah, I'm working on the feng shui.



   

                   

What the fuck is feng shui?



   

                   

- It's- aren't you from Asia?

- No, I'm from Seattle. Light me.



   

                   

Well, feng shui

is the ancient oreal-



   

                   

oriental ritual

of decorating your house.



   

                   

You move all

your furniture so that chi...



   

                   

- Oh, fuck!

- energy can go through the house.



   

                   

It blows from

one end to the other.



   

                   

Okay,

we can work with that.



   

                   

- Jasmine: Ange!

- What?



   

                   

it's a fucking

sty in here!



   

                   

I know, I'm going...



   

                   

I'm going

to clean it right now.



   

                   

I was waiting

for everyone to get here.



   

                   

Where is the kid

going to sleep?



   

                   

He's going to sleep in here.

I'll sleep on the couch.



   

                   

This kid is going to sleep

in a heart-shaped bed?



   

                   

I was thinking I'd turn it upside-down

so it'd look like a spaceship.



   

                   

Good idea.

And get rid of the sheets.



   

                   

- Get spaceship sheets.

- Good idea.



   

                   

Oh my God,

you have to fix this hole.



   

                   

Both: Yeah.



   

                   

I'll tell Bobby

to fix this hole.



   

                   

We should make a list.



   

                   

Okay. Dictate.



   

                   

Fix the hole.



   

                   

Um... buy wallpaper.



   

                   

Bobby will know

where to buy the wallpaper.



   

                   

Okay...



   

                   

Fix the air conditioning.

It's so fucking hot in here.



   

                   

I can't fix

the air conditioning thing



   

                   

because there are

some rats living in it.



   

                   

- You can't live with rats!

- I like rats!



   

                   

We're gonna get rid of them.



   

                   

Jasmine, don't!

I'm not going to kill them.



   

                   

You've got

to kill the rats.



   

                   

Tell Bobby

to kill the rats.



   

                   

She won't let you keep the kid

if you have rats.



   

                   

I won't keep the rats.



   

                   

- I'll put them at your house.

- I am not keeping rats!



   

                   

Just temporarily.



   

                   

We can take the unit out

and put it at your house.



   

                   

The kid needs air conditioning

and he can't live with rats.



   

                   

She won't let you keep

the kid if you have rats.



   

                   

I'm against killing them.



   

                   

Sacrifice the fucking rats!



   

                   

Jasmine: I'm hungry.



   

                   

Angel: Maybe we should work

on the list outside,



   

                   

- and work on our tans.

- I want pizza. Do you want some?



   

                   

- Yeah.

- What kind?



   

                   

Any kind. You can't

take your top off out there



   

                   

because Mr. Sherman,

that    -year-old man, always looks.



   

                   

- Who's that?

- That's my dad.



   

                   

Your dad is Adam West?



   

                   

Well, he's who I like

to think of as my dad.



   

                   

Don't you think

he kind of looks like me?



   

                   

Look at his jaw and his mouth,

even his nose and everything.



   

                   

- Look.

- No.



   

                   

- Look, if I stood this way.

- Hmm-hm. You don't look like him.



   

                   

Really?



   

                   

It's okay. You don't have

to look like him.



   

                   

Let's get pepperoni. Don't tell

the lady your dad is Batman.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

Ellen.

Ellen Taylor.



   

                   

Receptionist: Okay, have a seat.

We'll call you when we're ready.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

- Woman: Your name is Ellen?

- Yeah.



   

                   

That's what we want to name

the baby if it's a girl,



   

                   

after my husband's grandma.



   

                   

It's kind of old-fashioned,

but it's so pretty.



   

                   

Excuse me, Ellen.

You can't smoke in here.



   

                   

- There's no smoking here.

- I'm sorry.



   

                   

It's a doctor's office.



   

                   

You should probably

seriously consider



   

                   

stopping smoking at this point.



   

                   

- Why?

- It's bad for the baby.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Ellen.



   

                   

You might be able

to smoke outside,



   

                   

but you can't smoke in here.



   

                   

And it's- like I said-

it's bad for the baby.



   

                   

A girlfriend of mine

went for acupuncture-



   

                   

I don't give a fuck about

the girlfriend of yours, okay?



   

                   

Everybody doesn't have a happy,

cheerful, chirpy life like you do.



   

                   

Okay? Everybody's

not here to have a baby.



   

                   

Some of us-

Fuck you!



   

                   

Fuck you, bitch!

Some of us are here to have abortion!



   

                   

- Did you ever think of that?

- I'm sorry, no.



   

                   

Did you ever?

No, because you don't think.



   

                   

You rattle on and on

about your happy little husband



   

                   

and your happy little

grandmother named Ellen



   

                   

and you don't give

a fuck about other people.



   

                   

You have a problem, lady!



   

                   

You think you're the only one

with reproductive organs?



   

                   

I'm going to have

this fucking baby,



   

                   

and my baby is going to sell drugs

to your baby on the playground.



   

                   

You fucking bitch!



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

- Angel: Ohh!

- Jasmine: What the fuck is that?



   

                   

- Angel: Oh my God!

- What are these for?



   

                   

Jimmy:

These are for Angel.



   

                   

- Jimmy: Stacy's Flower Company.

- Jasmine: Who are they from?



   

                   

The driver said he was not allowed

to tell me who paid for them.



   

                   

- What are you talking about?

- They're from a funeral parlor.



   

                   

I'm not dead.



   

                   

- Jasmine: They look like they're big.

- Angel: Oh my God!



   

                   

- These are so beautiful.

- Jasmine: Nice, Angel. Score.



   

                   

Oh my God!

Who are they from?



   

                   

Jimmy: The driver said

he could not tell me.



   

                   

Jasmine:

Did they give a card?



   

                   

Jimmy:

No. I don't know nothing else.



   

                   

Angel: I bet they're from Dale,

the guy with the bald head.



   

                   

- The sweet big man, kind of nerdy.

- The guy drives a bus.



   

                   

Yeah but sometimes those nerdy

guys are from Silicon Valley.



   

                   

- Jasmine: He's a poor nerd.

- They invent toilet flushers...



   

                   

- Jasmine: No, he's just poor.

- Jimmy: See you later.



   

                   

Jasmine: Angel, these are    

or     bucks! It's ugly, but...



   

                   

Angel: I have an independently

wealthy secret admirer.



   

                   

I'm going to take one, okay?



   

                   

Maybe they're from Charlie.



   

                   

His record deal

might have come through.



   

                   

Just kidding.

Just kidding, sweetie.



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

- I can't believe it!

- You lucky girl.



   

                   

I know, it's like-

I'm like, so lucky.



   

                   

We're gonna kick it

into the next gear,



   

                   

because coming to the stage





 

                   

is our resident wild child.

It's Jo!



 

                   

Jo, it's enough!



 

                   

Dave, get over here.

Get Jo off the stage.



 

                   

Jo: What the fuck is

the matter with you?!



 

                   

What the fuck is

the matter with you?



 

                   

Bobby:

Get her off the stage.



 

                   

Bobby:

Angel, get out on stage!



 

                   

- Jo: Fucking asshole!

- Bobby: Is this her shit?



 

                   

Yes.



  

                   

You get the fuck out!

Get out of here!



  

                   

Jo: You're a big man, aren't you?



  

                   

You fucking piece of shit!



  

                   

- You shit!

- Jasmine: Let her go.



  

                   

Dave, you keep her out of here.



  

                   

Keep her out of here.



  

                   

Jo: I want my stuff, Jessie.



  

                   

- Give me my stuff.

- Jessie: Here's your stuff.



  

                   

Okay, this one's from me.



  

                   

''Pale shades of gray

loft the clouds



  

                   

Above the bed,

half filled.



  

                   

There is no smile

in this room,



  

                   

No laugh during love.



  

                   

A pall gently descends

over the space,



  

                   

Once a sanctum,

now a hollow shape,



  

                   

As the sun rises,

and my eyes fill with black.''



  

                   

Thank you. Thank you.

All right.



  

                   

I have a very special

surprise for us today.



  

                   

I decided to bring

up a special mystery guest,



  

                   

and it's someone who's

actually never read before,



  

                   

so when she comes up,

give her a big encouragement.



  

                   

Let's hear it for Jasmine.



  

                   

Jasmine.



  

                   

Come on up.



  

                   

You don't want to read?



  

                   

Come on up, give it a try.

Let's give her encouragement.



  

                   

We've all been there.

Good luck.



  

                   

My name is Cathy.



  

                   

''If in the skylight, tawny

afternoon a drift of care



  

                   

It's only love,

but gone in the way of everything.



  

                   

If in the morning of your soul,

a brush of tenderly imagined lips,



  

                   

It's only love,

but gone in the way of everything.



  

                   

If in the messy cocktail dregs

of a midnight glass, a teardrop falls,



  

                   

It's only love,

but gone in the way of everything.



  

                   

If in the singing twilight of the dawn,

you give your heart unwanted,



  

                   

It's only love,

but gone in the way of everything.



  

                   

Then what in the hours

of your life is love?



  

                   

It's here and gone,



  

                   

and gives its name to everything.''



  

                   

All right, well...



  

                   

that's it for today.

So we'll see everybody next time,



  

                   

and thanks a lot.



  

                   

I'll see you later, okay?



  

                   

Why did you call my name?

I didn't ask you to call my name.



  

                   

I don't even know you.



  

                   

That poem was really great.



  

                   

Cathy...



  

                   

that was really great.

I don't know what to say.



  

                   

Yeah, well, thanks.



  

                   

Do you have any more?



  

                   

- Yeah.

- You got to get up and read.



  

                   

That's all.

You've got to get up and read.



  

                   

- Why?

- Because you're good.



  

                   

I hate to disappoint you,

but you're really good.



  

                   

Who is it?



  

                   

It's... it's me.



  

                   

It's you?



  

                   

Yeah, I was sitting in my apartment.



  

                   

That's me.



  

                   

This woman

I used to be with, Maria...



  

                   

she was beautiful.



  

                   

She was a painter.



  

                   

She painted that thing.



  

                   

She was North African,

she had that pretty heavy accent.



  

                   

She lived in Paris, New York,

all over the place,



  

                   

and she had me sit five weeks.



  

                   

Five weeks to do that thing.



  

                   

You sit still for five weeks, huh?



  

                   

You can't sit still for five minutes.



  

                   

Yeah...



  

                   

And she would talk to me.



  

                   

She would talk about...



  

                   

shapes and colors,



  

                   

light, shadow,

all that stuff- painter shit,



  

                   

and then she would use all of that,



  

                   

and that's what

popped this thing to life.



  

                   

She could look at your body,



  

                   

and she would paint you,



  

                   

but she would bring out

the shit that you never see.



  

                   

You know what I mean?



  

                   

She was a wild girl, too.



  

                   

When she got tired

in the afternoon, she said,



  

                   

''Eddie, you want to eat?''



  

                   

Jasmine: I was alone in

this room- in this apartment



  

                   

that I used to live with in Seattle.



  

                   

He had a lot of books,

so I would sit and read all day.



  

                   

One day I just couldn't

stand it any longer,



  

                   

and I shut the blinds and...



  

                   

kneeled on the floor and-



  

                   

bawling my eyes out,

and I wrote it.



   

                   

I tore it up.



   

                   

I can't believe you

want to hear this stuff.



   

                   

Were you stripping then?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

I was working up in Seattle.

How do you know I'm a stripper?



   

                   

This kid who works for me

said he saw you dance.



   

                   

Tell him I said hi.



   

                   

In this dream I had last night-

remember that cat



   

                   

Johnny Washington I got in

a fight with in San Diego?



   

                   

I don't remember him on purpose.



   

                   

I saw my knife, my hand

cutting, and cutting his face,



   

                   

blood getting on everything,

blood all over.



   

                   

Strange, man.

Then I couldn't wash my hands.



   

                   

Remember that phone call?



   

                   

The girl crying I played

for you the other day?



   

                   

Erase it.



   

                   

I would have

erased it last week,



   

                   

I would have said,

fuck the bitch, man...



   

                   

but...



   

                   

this week, I can't say,

fuck the bitch, you know?



   

                   

You got some herb with you?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Why don't you roll us a joint?



   

                   

So, do you go to strip clubs?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Yeah, you don't seem

like the type.



   

                   

Yeah? What's the type?



   

                   

You know, married, lonely...



   

                   

This kid

who works for me, Jorge-



   

                   

Yeah, he's the kind

of kid that goes.



   

                   

He said you're

on the billboard.



   

                   

Yeah,

the Blue Iguana has a couple.



   

                   

I'm only on one,

since my tits are small.



   

                   

I'll get them done.



   

                   

So are you the kind

of guy who likes big tits?



   

                   

Actually, you know what?



   

                   

I'm not used to

that line of questioning,



   

                   

to tell you the truth.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Do you have any other

writers at your club?



   

                   

Maybe we could

change the whole venue.



   

                   

I don't know what

you're doing with me.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

You should be

with that French girl.



   

                   

She's a good poet.



   

                   

I really want to kiss you.



   

                   

- Okay.

- No, I really want to kiss you.



   

                   

I want to kiss the poet.



   

                   

Do you have a problem

with me dancing?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Angel.



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

I have something for you.



   

                   

Again?



   

                   

- Oh my God! What is it?

- Open it up.



   

                   

Wow!



   

                   

Both: Oh my God!



   

                   

Angel: Look at that!



   

                   

Angel: Oh my God!



   

                   

Jewels!



   

                   

Yes, it's jewels.



   

                   

And look...



   

                   

Charlie!



   

                   

Hey, baby!



   

                   

- Charlie: Guess what?

- Charlie?!



   

                   

Charlie: They don't want me.



   

                   

You want to know why?



   

                   

'Cause I fucking hang

out with skanks like you!



   

                   

Charlie!



   

                   

Charlie: Aren't you pretty?



   

                   

Aren't you fucking pretty?

Just to fuck morals!



   

                   

- Come here!

- I'm sorry.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Charlie.



   

                   

I met someone.



   

                   

Okay...

what's his name?



   

                   

- Dennis.

- Dennis, and?



   

                   

And?



   

                   

And I think- I don't know.



   

                   

He's a poet.



   

                   

He runs that thing

at the Coffee Ground, and...



   

                   

he likes my poetry, so...



   

                   

So you're gonna go

to San Francisco with Dennis?



   

                   

Yeah, he invited me up there.

There's this big slam and...



   

                   

And you're going

to support him stripping?



   

                   

No. I don't know. No.



   

                   

I thought we'd just

kind of write together-



   

                   

Does he know what you do?



   

                   

Yeah, and he's fine with it.



   

                   

Yeah, he really fucking

loves my poetry,



   

                   

so he thinks that I can,

you know...



   

                   

get published or something.



   

                   

Does he love you?



   

                   

I don't know, I just met him

three days ago.



   

                   

That's really

a smart thing to do then.



   

                   

I think you should go to

San Francisco with Dennis the poet



   

                   

whom you met three days ago

and write poetry and support him.



   

                   

I need some more

fucking cigarettes.



   

                   

- Jo: Bad! You are bad! Very bad!

- Man: Very, very bad!



   

                   

- Man: I've had a bad week-

- I don't care about your week.



   

                   

I don't care about your week.

Are you hungry?



   

                   

- Man: Yes, Mistress, starving.

- All right...



   

                   

- there you go, eat!

- Thank you, Mistress.



   

                   

Jo: All right, enough of this shit.



   

                   

It's time to take

the little wormy for a walk.



   

                   

Get down on the ground.



   

                   

Get down on the ground

and crawl. Crawl!



   

                   

Crawl like the sub-human

creature that you are-



   

                   

Who the fuck is that?



   

                   

All right, you stay right here.



   

                   

Jessie, what are you doing here?



   

                   

Hi, I just-



   

                   

It's  :   a.m.

What the fuck are you doing?



   

                   

I thought you needed

company tonight.



   

                   

Well, you thought wrong.

I have company.



   

                   

- Goodbye.

- Who is that?



   

                   

Jessie, I'm in the middle

of something, can't you tell?



   

                   

I have a life. Can you go?



   

                   

Angel said you might need company

on account of the baby.



   

                   

Angel thought wrong.



   

                   

Company is the last thing I need.

You got to go.



   

                   

- Jessie: Hi!

- Man: Hi!



   

                   

Jo: Don't talk to him.

He's being punished, okay?



   

                   

Anyway, he doesn't exist,

he's just a pathetic worm.



   

                   

Get down on the floor!

Did I tell you to sit up?



   

                   

Get down on the floor!



   

                   

I don't want

any conversation from you!



   

                   

Jessie, get up.



   

                   

- Jessie: You have been a bad boy!

- I have, Mistress.



   

                   

All right. Stop!



   

                   

You don't talk to her.



   

                   

Don't talk to her, okay?



   

                   

Can't you see we're

in the middle of something?



   

                   

Come here, sit down.



   

                   

- Jessie: I want to play.

- Jo: I'm not playing.



   

                   

This is business. Do you

think I'd have fun with this?



   

                   

- This is a client.

- Jessie: Do you mind if I stay?



   

                   

- Man: I wouldn't-

- Don't talk. Shut up!



   

                   

Get down on the ground.



   

                   

Are you hungry, worm?

Are you thirsty?



   

                   

Drink! Drink the fucking vodka!



   

                   

Keep your head-

Jessie! Don't drink that.



   

                   

That's disgusting.

It's dirty.



   

                   

Man: May I have two mistresses?



   

                   

No, you are not

having two mistresses.



   

                   

Jessie, you have

to get out of here.



   

                   

Jessie: No, Jo. Let me stay.

I have nowhere to go.



   

                   

Let's not get all melodramatic.



   

                   

All right. Come here.

Get up. Stand up.



   

                   

What are you looking at?



   

                   

Jessie: Do you mind

if I stay tonight?



   

                   

- Man: No.

- Jessie: He doesn't mind.



   

                   

Jo:

Your opinion doesn't count.



   

                   

Jessie...



   

                   

what happened to you?



   

                   

What the fuck is this?

Who did that?



   

                   

Did Charlie hit you?



   

                   

No, I just want

to have a slumber party.



   

                   

Man:

You should put ice on it.



   

                   

Jo:

Can you stay out of this?



   

                   

Jessie:

Let's have a slumber party.



   

                   

Jessie, get up.

You don't know where he's been.



   

                   

Come on, sweetheart.

Lie down and sleep it off.



   

                   

This isn't a place for kids.



   

                   

Jessie: I don't want to.

I want to play.



   

                   

Jo: All right, you win.

Stay here,



   

                   

but no more than one night,

'cause I have a life.



   

                   

- But I want to play.

- No. You lie here.



   

                   

Be very quiet, and sleep it off.



   

                   

And don't bother me while I'm doing

business with the nice man.



   

                   

Man: Just when you get back...



   

                   

Officer.



   

                   

Officer,

could you help me with-



   

                   

could you help me

take a picture of my-



   

                   

I want to take a picture

of myself in front of it.



   

                   

- Is that you?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Really?



   

                   

I'm a lot smaller in person.



   

                   

But, um...



   

                   

See, I think I'm only getting my hat.



   

                   

You realize you're not

supposed to be down here?



   

                   

Angel: Um...



   

                   

sorry, I'll leave as soon as I-



   

                   

I just wanted to get

a good shot of my picture.



   

                   

- All right.

- Thanks.



   

                   

- Officer: Is it ready to go?

- Yeah. There.



   

                   

A little wider.

Can you take it a little wider?



   

                   

- You mean back?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Angel: How is that?



   

                   

I got it all.



   

                   

Ready? Cheese.



   

                   

- Cheese.

- Cheese.



   

                   

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.



   

                   

Did anyone ever tell you

you look like Fred Gwynne?



   

                   

You know, the guy

who was Herman Munster?



   

                   

No one has ever told me that.



   

                   

I really like him.

He's the great-



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

I locked my keys in my car

and I have to be at work!



   

                   

Oh no!



   

                   

Damn it!

You have a hanger?



   

                   

This side's open.



   

                   

Would you unlock this door for me?



   

                   

- Sure.

- Thanks.



   

                   

Angel: This is the lock.



   

                   

Ma'am, is this marijuana?



   

                   

I think it's uh-

it's an herbal cigarette.



   

                   

Step around to the side

of the car, please.



   

                   

I- I did not inhale. I-



   

                   

Step around at the side of the car.

It will take a minute.



   

                   

Well, it's probably just oregano.



   

                   

You should have it examined

'cause I don't feel stoned.



   

                   

I'll have it examined.

It'll take a second.



   

                   

- It won't be long.

- Do you have to handcuff me?



   

                   

I'm afraid I do.

This will take a minute.



   

                   

You can find me

at the Blue Iguana every day.



   

                   

I'm really a good person,



   

                   

- and I have respons-

- Just stand still for a few minutes.



   

                   

I'll take a look at the car

for your license and registration.



   

                   

Okay,

but I have responsibilities,



   

                   

and children I might

need to be a role model for,



   

                   

and if I get a record,

it will be really bad.



   

                   

I understand.

Is this your purse?



   

                   

Yeah, that fuzzy- the pink.



   

                   

- Officer: This?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Officer,

is there any way you could-



   

                   

I'm gonna pay that.

I got an extension, and I-



   

                   

Officer: Which one is your wallet?



   

                   

It's the one that

say Bad Motherfucker on it.



   

                   

Did you ever see Pulp Fiction?



   

                   

No, I never saw it.



   

                   

John Travolta's career

came back after-



   

                   

I was sick when

they took that picture.



   

                   

- A lot of bills, ma'am.

- Yeah, they're all ones.



   

                   

You can have some.



   

                   

Officer: What are these?



   

                   

They are my friend Jo's

vitamins for her pregnancy.



   

                   

I think.



   

                   

Is there any way that-

Officer-



   

                   

that maybe you could

forget about this?



   

                   

Because I'm really

a good person.



   

                   

You can come down

to the Blue Iguana.



   

                   

They let LAPD all the time for free,

'cause we're a clean club.



   

                   

- Is that right?

- Eddie gets mad.



   

                   

Our managers sometimes

can't get them out of the club



   

                   

because they like it so much.



   

                   

My friend Jo works

with a lot of LAPD guys.



   

                   

- She's really beautiful-

- I'm going to ask-



   

                   

- She'd really like you.

- I'm happy to hear that.



   

                   

Stay by the car

for a couple of minutes



   

                   

while I go run the license

and registration, all right?



   

                   

- Okay. Is that necessary?

- It is. I'll be back.



   

                   

Officer, is this

going to be on the news-



   

                   

No, no.

It's gonna be okay.



   

                   

I really can't- I don't-



   

                   

I always wanted to be in the Enquirer

but not for getting arrested.



   

                   

I thought maybe if I had

a handsome hunk or a nice dress...



   

                   

Is there- is-



   

                   

- Shit!

- It won't take a minute.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

- Hi, Eddie.

- Where's Jasmine?



   

                   

She wasn't feeling too well.



   

                   

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.



   

                   

- Oh fuck!

- What's the matter?



   

                   

Fuck! Fuck!



   

                   

- You have to go to work?

- No. No.



   

                   

You want me to call your boss?



   

                   

- I'll call him.

- No! Fuck off. No!



   

                   

- Don't call him.

- Fuck off. What's his name?



   

                   

Nothing.



   

                   

Okay, I'd like to talk

to Mr. Nothing, please?



   

                   

- No!

- Okay.



   

                   

Don't.

I want to stay here.



   

                   

Okay. All right.



   

                   

But I want to smoke.



   

                   

You have a great ass.



   

                   

You can hit it.



   

                   

I don't want to hit it.

I want to kiss it.



   

                   

You want to kiss my ass?



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Hi, Eddie.



   

                   

Sorry I'm late.



   

                   

Better make it good, girl.



   

                   

I have very bad cramps.



   

                   

- Yeah, really bad cramps.

- I'm here.



   

                   

That's a prize winner.

You're here late, God damn it!



   

                   

Where the fuck were you?

You couldn't call?



   

                   

I need VIP night off.



   

                   

Goddamn, you're priceless.



   

                   

Eddie, I can't work anyway.

My cramps are so bad.



   

                   

Your cramps are killing you!

How long have you worked here?



   

                   

You've worked here a year, right?



   

                   

When was the last

time you got off for cramps?



   

                   

- Never!

- What's your problem?



   

                   

What's my problem? I don't want

you to tell me a goddamn lie!



   

                   

- Jo and Angel have-

- This ain't about Jo and Angel!



   

                   

I run this motherfucker.



   

                   

I'm asking you what

the goddamn deal really is.



   

                   

So don't tell me

about no fucking period!



   

                   

I can't. I can't. I can't.



   

                   

I'll come back on Monday.

I'll work the rest of the week.



   

                   

- I need the weekend off.

- Tomorrow night, you're dancing.



   

                   

You're one of my star girls.

I need you.



   

                   

You come in late and

ask for tomorrow off?



   

                   

- What's the big deal?

- I need to know!



   

                   

What?



   

                   

The truth.



   

                   

The goddamn truth.



   

                   

Don't fuck with me, Jasmine.



   

                   

You tell me what's up.



   

                   

I can't. I can't.



   

                   

What the fuck do you

care about anyway?



   

                   

You don't care about

anyone else in here!



   

                   

I care because I care,

God damn it!



   

                   

Don't treat me like trash!



   

                   

I'm not- I have a life

and I need the weekend off.



   

                   

You ain't got no life!

This is your life!



   

                   

You got that?



   

                   

You ain't got no friends.



   

                   

Two minutes after

you walk out of here,



   

                   

one of your

double-crossing friends



   

                   

will come in here

and snitch on your ass!



   

                   

- Don't fuck with me.

- I fucking quit!



   

                   

- God damn you!

- Sorry.



   

                   

- Don't fuck my shit up!

- You have your life. I have mine.



   

                   

You ain't got a life!



   

                   

Miss Willow?



   

                   

It's Sarah.



   

                   

Sarah: Miss Willow?



   

                   

Becky?



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Dennis: Hey, it's me.

Okay, let's see...



   

                   

I've taken care of the registration.

We're both signed up.



   

                   

I got our names signed up.



   

                   

So, I put your name

up there for the open read.



   

                   

Don't be scared,

there's a lot of people,



   

                   

but there's strength in numbers.



   

                   

It will be really good.



   

                   

Call me back so I know



   

                   

what time to get

together with you. Bye.



   

                   

- Bobby: Jimmy, what's your favorite?

- And God Spoke.



   

                   

- Bobby: Is that a fuck movie?

- This place looks a little different.



   

                   

Jimmy: Hey, Eddie, what it is?



   

                   

Go to my car and get

the box I left in there.



   

                   

- Jimmy: No problem.

- Eddie: Bobby...



   

                   

Bobby: What?



   

                   

Start things up with this.



   

                   

Call Jo.



   

                   

I'm not calling her.



   

                   

You want to call her?

Call her.



   

                   

All right, I'll call her.



   

                   

Bobby: You're bringing her back to work?



   

                   

We need everybody.



   

                   

You got to rent

Behind the Green Door,



   

                   

'cause the trapeze scene is hot.



   

                   

Bobby, did you see

the glasses on my desk?



   

                   

I saw them sitting there last night.



   

                   

- They ain't here.

- I don't have them.



   

                   

The motherfucking broads!



   

                   

Maybe the girls borrowed

them for the opera.



   

                   

Man: Hey, how are you?



   

                   

Jo: Hey, Eddie!



   

                   

- Eddie: This is Nico.

- Bobby: Let me help you.



   

                   

Let me get you a place here.



   

                   

- Jasmine: That's Angel's seat.

- It used to be.



   

                   

- Jasmine: That's Angel's stuff.

- Let me know if you need anything.



   

                   

Excuse me?



   

                   

- Jo: That's Angel's seat.

- Nico: Eddie gave it to me.



   

                   

Hello, porn star?



   

                   

- This is Angel's seat.

- Bobby: Mind your own business.



   

                   

Bobby: Don't start with me again.



   

                   

Will I have to haul you back to work?



   

                   

- Get your ass out on the floor!

- Jo: Fuck you!



   

                   

You should take care of this.

Everybody takes advantage of Angel.



   

                   

Oh, that's so sweet.



   

                   

- Dave: $   please.

- I'd like to see Jasmine.



   

                   

- What?

- I'd like to see Jasmine.



   

                   

Is it important?

We're busy tonight.



   

                   

- Yeah. I'm a friend of hers.

- Hold on a second.



   

                   

Hey, Jasmine.

You got a Dennis out front.



   

                   

You want me to toss him?



   

                   

No, I'm on next, aren't I?



   

                   

Give him a good seat.

He can watch me.



   

                   

I'll throw

the little boy to the lions.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's keep going.



   

                   

Please welcome

to the stage, Jasmine!



   

                   

Something I can do for you tonight?



   

                   

How much for a blow?



   

                   

    bucks.



   

                   

Yeah, I can handle that.



   

                   

Look at me.

Look at my eyes.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

- Man: Hey.

- Hi.



   

                   

Do you want to sit down?



   

                   

Stormy: Sure.



   

                   

Stormy: I'm so sorry.



   

                   

No, there's nothing

to be sorry about.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

There's nothing

to be sorry about.



   

                   

I'm looking at this room

with you in it...



   

                   

Stormy: I feel safe.

I feel safe now.



   

                   

Make love to me.



   

                   

- I can't. I can't.

- Okay.



   

                   

- I'm getting married-

- Shh...



   

                   

Nico!



   

                   

Yes, is Harry Goldberg in?



   

                   

Yes, Ed Hazel.



   

                   

I'm a friend.



   

                   

Has he gone away?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Yeah, thanks a lot.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen,

the fabulous Nico,



   

                   

the one and only.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen,

the heavenly Angel!



   

                   

Nico: Are you Angel?



   

                   

I think you're up.



   

                   

Okay, never mind.



   

                   

Jo: Hey, fellows,

how is it going?



   

                   

Excuse my breasts, I'm lactating.



   

                   

I can't get too excited,

'cause then my rubber rolls up.



   

                   

Dave!



   

                   

Don't move.

It's you, isn't it?



   

                   

Dave!

Don't move.



   

                   

Dave, can you help me

with my money?



   

                   

Please, could you

pick it up? Don't move!



   

                   

That Angel, everybody.



   

                   

Show her your love.



   

                   

It's the one- the flowers-



   

                   

Jasmine, it's the guy-

the flower guy is out there.



   

                   

Oh my God,

he's the most dreamy thing.



   

                   

You know, the guy with the red dress?



   

                   

Do you have anything

to straighten me out?



   

                   

Fuck!



   

                   

Angel: What? What?

Wait a minute.



   

                   

What are you going away for?



   

                   

Wait a minute!



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

Oh my God.



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

Oh my God!



   

                   

Jo: Jessie?



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

Jo: I can't sleep.



   

                   

Are you okay?



   

                   

Jo:

Do you want to come join me?



   

                   

Sure.



   

                   

Sing something.



   

                   

Do you have a light?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

You can go home now.



   

                   

- Can I?

- Yeah.



   

                   

What time is it?



   

                   

I don't know.

 :  ?



   

                   

Why are you still here?



   

                   

- Why are you still here?

- Good fucking question.



   

                   

Who knows?



   

                   

I guess I fell asleep.



   

                   

Is that what happened?



   

                   

Yeah, you were

asleep for a long time.



   

                   

Could be worse.



   

                   

You have pretty hair.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

I'm sorry, I forgot your name.



   

                   

So do I.



   

                   

It's...



   

                   

Nico.



   

                   

- Nico.

- Yeah.



   

                   

What are you writing?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

I'm just trying to keep you here.



   

                   

I hate this part.



   

                   

- Going home?

- No.



   

                   

It's an awkward fucking

transition, you know?



   

                   

It's like- it's just three

more hours till sunset- sunrise.



   

                   

Where's your next gig?



   

                   

You travel around a lot, right?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

So where do you live?



   

                   

At a hotel.

Hotels.



   

                   

Where do you live?



   

                   

I lost my house.



   

                   

No big deal.



   

                   

What are you writing?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

You write, right?



   

                   

That's what you do.

You write.



   

                   

You're a writer.



   

                   

It's so fucking funny.



   

                   

I mean, you writers,



   

                   

you all write and you never

want to read what you wrote.



   

                   

So you strip all night here



   

                   

and then you

sit back here and write.



   

                   

I'm safe.



   

                   

I won't remember it tomorrow.



   

                   

Is it a song?



   

                   

No, I don't write songs.



   

                   

Is it a story?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

I write poems.



   

                   

Poetry.



   

                   

I have a friend-



   

                   

I had a friend

who used to write poetry.



   

                   

He used to call me

and he'd read them to me.



   

                   

He wrote really good poems.



   

                   

- Yeah?

- Yeah.



   

                   

It's hard to write good poems.



   

                   

It would really...



   

                   

be nice to hear a poem again.



   

                   

Please?



   

                   

''When light shattered

across the floor



   

                   

And briefly,

there was a thunder between us,



   

                   

If your eyes had held water,

it would have not spilled.



   

                   

And when we peeled aside

the dreams,



   

                   

the skin underneath

was still young.



   

                   

When all was black,



   

                   

you smoothed aside

the words and said,



   

                   

It's there, the light.



   

                   

When you want it,

it'll be waiting for you.'



   

                   

A certain peace

came into your eyes



   

                   

That this was no different,



   

                   

That this was so different,

yet every bit the same,



   

                   

And your hands stilled

with satisfaction.



   

                   

You did this without touch,



   

                   

So that, all around me,



   

                   

your hands stood

shaped like shelters.



   

                   

All around me there was room,



   

                   

And after each hour,



   

                   

the hallways outside

were like caverns.



   

                   

And around the corner and down

the stairs, there lurked as always



   

                   

Light, as ever, light.''



   

                   

Is it about a guy?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Is it about you?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Maybe.



   

                   

I'm sorry, I just had a bad day.



   

                   

- You have a light?

- Yeah.



   

                   

What is it about?



   

                   

It's about-



   

                   

It's about-



   

                   

You know how-



   

                   

You know,

like when you're in here,



   

                   

and it's always dark.



   

                   

It's always like  :   a.m.



   

                   

It's about...



   

                   

morning...



   

                   

stuff inside you.



   

                   

Stuff inside you.



   

                   

Me too.



   

                   

It's a nice poem.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

You know what

a cryptographer is?



   

                   

Bobby:

I never paid attention in school.



   

                   

It's a code breaker.



   

                   

During the war.



   

                   

That's what Harry was.



   

                   

There are only two or three

of them in the whole world.



   

                   

And Harry was one of them.



   

                   

He was the best, man.



   

                   

That shit's going to kill you, boy.



   

                   

I hope so.



   

                   

- You want to get something to eat?

- Sure.



   

                   

Bobby: You know,

I'll give that old Jew one thing.



   

                   

I hope to God, when I'm that old,

I'll still love pussy like he does.



   

                   

Even if I have to use

binoculars to see it.



   

                   

Bobby: Have you ever sang?



   

                   

- Eddie: Sang?

- Bobby: Yeah.



   

                   

Like, in public,

in front of people?



   

                   

- Eddie: Yeah, a long time ago.

- Bobby: You did?



   

                   

Did you get nervous?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

'Cause Jessie's going

over to Dimples this afternoon.



   

                   

They know a place

over in Burbank- karaoke-



   

                   

and a bunch of the girls

are going. So...



   

                   

- Eddie: Our girls?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Jessie said everybody can sing,

so I thought-



   

                   

Eddie:

Fuck, our girls can sing?



   

                   

God damn!



   

                   

This Russian

motherfucker got shot.



   

                   

And some shot.

Right through the heart.



   

                   

In the window of his house

in Woodland Hills.



   

                   

Bobby:

Quick way to go.



   

                   

Bobby: I thought if

you weren't doing anything,



   

                   

if you'd drop by,

we could do it together.



   

                   

Like a duet.

Frank and Sammy kind of thing.



   

                   

- Eddie: What time is it?





   

                   

Ah no, man.



   

                   

I'll be asleep.









  

 
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