La femme dans le métro:
Know what you niggers are? You're potential murderers. And you know it.
L'homme dans le métro:
And you, your dream is to be like a Hollywood hooker. Money is all you think about. It's written all over your face.
[La femme points over to Robert and Paul who are eavesdropping on the conversation]
L'homme dans le métro:
They just don't get it. They just don't get it. They take their heads in their hands and blather, "Oooh, I just love Bessie Smith."
[Robert and Paul look at each other]
L'homme dans le métro:
They have no clue what she's singing about. "Here's my big fat black ass." She's not singing about love.
La femme dans le métro:
What, then?
L'homme dans le métro:
It's not about desire, not about sorrow. Nothing like what you think. Want me to tell you? Her big fat ass is telling you to f*** off. That's what. Same goes for musicians. Take Charlie Parker.
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