— ...maybe we could have a little workout of our own.
— No! No boom-boom before big fight!
— How about just a boom?
— What the fuck? I'm clean like a baby.
— What is that? Fucking cunt-onese? I'd rather stick my dick in a blender.
— You wanna go out to dinner with me next week?
— Yeah, I'll go out to dinner with ya. But I ain't gonna fuck ya.
— Well, I... I ain't gonna fuck you neither. I guess.
Natasha: — Jay, why are you calling me?
Jay Murphy: — I just wanted to talk, you know. I have a book deal. Is someone there?
Natasha: — Yes, Jay. Actually, two other people. Don't you know? That's all us models do, is get coked up and have orgies.
The first man: — Who is that?
Natasha: — My former. He won't let me go.
The first man: — [says to the second man] Her ex-husband. Unemployed writer.