Billy Hoyle:
[while lying in bed]
When I say I wanna make love, it means, "Let's screw." That's the kind of thing I thought you would say.
Gloria Clemente:
I don't like the word "screw," OK? I prefer "make love" or "fuck." Screwing is for carpenters.
Billy Hoyle:
[pours a glass of water in her face]
Oh, you're gonna get it!
Gloria Clemente:
Oh, honey!
Billy Hoyle:
Oh...
Gloria Clemente:
We're you going?
Billy Hoyle:
[irritated, while getting dressed]
Anywhere to get the hell away from you. Psycho, chiquita nut case!
Gloria Clemente:
Oh, come back, I want to make love. Honey, come back, I want to screw!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:05