Jungle Julia:
Sorry, it was a one-time only offer and she did it earlier this evening at Anton's.
Stuntman Mike:
No, she didn't.
Arlene:
How do you know?
Stuntman Mike:
I'm good that way. And you look a little touchéd.
Arlene:
What's touchéd?
Stuntman Mike:
Wounded, slightly.
Arlene:
Why should I be wounded?
Stuntman Mike:
Because you expected guys to be pestering you all night, but from your look I can tell nobody pestered you at all. That kind of hurt your feelings a little bit, didn't it? There are few things as fetching as a bruised ego on a beautiful angel.
Arlene:
[Arlene smiles]
Hmm.
Stuntman Mike:
[slowly]
So, how about that lap dance?
Arlene:
I think I'm going to have to give you a rain check.
Stuntman Mike:
Well, since you'll be leaving in the next couple of days, that rain check will be worthless. But that's okay. I understand if I make you uncomfortable. You're still a nice girl, and I still like you. But I must warn you of something -- you know how people say...
Stuntman Mike:
[does an exaggerated Kurt Russell voice-impression]
You're okay in my book, or In my book, that's no good?
Stuntman Mike:
[goes back to his regular voice]
Well, I actually HAVE a book.
Stuntman Mike:
[he pulls out a little book from his back pocket]
And everybody I ever meet goes in this book. And, now I've met you, YOU'RE going in the book! Except, I'm afraid I must file you... under... chicken shit.
[shows the open book to her]
Arlene:
[grabbing the book from him]
And what if I did it?
Stuntman Mike:
Well, I definitely couldn't file you under chicken shit then, now could I?
Arlene:
What's your name again?
Stuntman Mike:
[softly]
Stuntman Mike.
Arlene:
Well, Stuntman Mike, I'm Butterfly. My friend Jungle Julia over here says that jukebox inside is pretty impressive.
Stuntman Mike:
Yeah, it is.
Arlene:
Yeah.
Arlene:
[she hands Stuntman Mike his book back]
Why don't you get ready for your lapdance?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:11