Thursday (1998)
Paulina Porizkova: Dallas
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Dallas : Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you til you cum. I'll let you betray your wife thoroughly.
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[Casey is tied to a chair, Dallas is holding a gun on him]
Dallas : So, it looks like we're gonna have to wait for Nick. What should we do to kill some time? I know... Let's fuck.
Casey : [sarcastically] That's happening. Even if you weren't the most disgusting bitch I've ever met, I'd have to decline. You see, I'm a married man.
Dallas : You seem to be under the impression that you have a choice here.
[Dallas goes to the stereo and picks a CD to play]
Dallas : You'll appreciate the irony here.
[Dallas picks up a photo of Casey's wife, licks it, and puts it on the counter behind him]
Dallas : She wanted to watch.
Casey : Fuck you, bitch.
[Dallas slaps Casey hard across the face]
Casey : There's no fucking way you'll ever get me inside you.
[lyrics: "I don't know why I can't help myself"]
Dallas : [leans in close] You wanna bet?
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Dallas : I went on as a day player. On this porn film in LA. Just to see what it was like. Right? So I spent 5 hours with this guy ramming his dick up my ass and these two women licking my clit. Not what you expect, though - it's just acting. At first, it was great. And then you have some prick director who comes over and yells "Cut!" in your face and some queen make-up artist who comes over every couple of minutes to touch up the make-up that's being slobbered off of your tits. So you don't really have a chance to enjoy it. Finally, I just walked off the set. Cool experience, though. You got a hard-on, Jarv?
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Dallas : I've gotta tell you, Casey. I'm not impressed. After everything I heard about you, I thought you were gonna be more like... me. But you are a sheep like all the rest.
Casey : There will come a time, when even you can't handle it any more. You'll pack it up... or you'll put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours, or someone else will.
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Dallas : Well, look at that. Have you done this before?
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[Casey's phone "moos"]
Dallas : Your cow is calling you.
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Casey : [Dallas arrives at the Casey's house] Can I help you?
Dallas : May I.
Casey : All right, may I help you?
Dallas : So you're Casey?
Casey : That's right.
Dallas : I'm a friend of Nick's.
Casey : I bet you are.
Dallas : May I come in?
Casey : Nick is not here right now.
Dallas : I'll wait.
Casey : I'm a little busy.
Dallas : Well, I'll be real quiet.
[Sneaks under Casey's arm into the house]
Casey : Look, lady, I just told you I'm a little busy.
Dr. Jarvis : It's quite all right, Mr. Wells, I think I would enjoy speaking with your friend.
Casey : She's not my friend, I don't know who the fuck she is.
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Dallas : Do you like pornos?
Dr. Jarvis : Excuse me?
Dallas : You know, pornos. Fuck films. Surely, you've heard stories.
Dr. Jarvis : [uncomfortable] Yes, I've heard stories, but I've never... I've never really given them that much thought.
Dallas : I love them, especially fag flicks. Their big cocks sliding in and out of each other. Fuck, that gets me so wet, they have to steam-clean the seat after I leave.
Dallas : [leans back] In fact, mmm...
Dallas : [grabs her crotch] I'm getting wet just talking about it.
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Dallas : [Dallas's tied up Casey] Well, Case, it's you and I. So what do you think?
Casey : How my wife is gonna have my ass when she finds out I let some dyke in a pink rubber dress blow off a chance for Happy Meals and diaper wipes.
Dallas : It's red, asshole.
[points gun at him]
Dallas : Or is it?
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Dallas : You can keep the smack and I'll take the money.
Casey : Money? What fucking money?
Dallas : Looks like we're going around circles here.
[Puts a gun to his head]
Dallas : I need two mill, Casey. Now let me...
Casey : Now let me explain something to you. I am not a drug dealer. It's been four years since I've seen any drugs. I'm an architect. I'm a little happy Republican who spends the majority of his time trying to figure out how to pay the fucking bills and how make my wife happy.
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Dallas : Tell me, you're not one of those Freudian sub-intellectuals who waste all their time fixating on penis envy.
Dr. Jarvis : Well, sex *is* a prime motivator. I mean, indirectly, I believe sex is behind most of our major thought processes.
Dallas : You think so?
Dr. Jarvis : Absolutely.
Dallas : Do you like pornos?
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Dallas : Just get the fucking coffee and let's go.
Billy Hill : This ain't exactly Brazil. I coulda pissed you a fuckin' cup by now.
Nick : [to Cashier] HEY? You're out of Chocolate Mac!
Cashier : Sorry. No Chocolate Macadamia. You will please have something else?
Nick : [filling cup] Fuckin' Hazelnut...
Cashier : [ringing up cash register] That will be one dollar and eight cents.
Nick : The sign says "All coffee: 69 cents."
Cashier : I am very sorry, but that is a 44-ounce cup and the largest coffee cup is 20 ounces. Therefore, I must charge you 99 cents, plus tax, the price of a large fountain drink.
Nick : That's bullshit! That sign says "Coffee: all sizes", not "all sizes up to 20 ounces."
Cashier : I'm humbly sorry, but you must pay 99 cents, plus tax, for that cup.
Dallas : Just pay the bitch the dollar-eight and let's get the FUCK outta here!
Nick : Fine, but it's bullshit. Just get me my fuckin' snackie cake.
Cashier : I'm sorry. I cannot do that. That is *only* available with the 20-ounce coffee. That is not a 20-ounce coffee.
Billy Hill : This bitch is gettin' on my nerves, man. Forget it!
Dallas : Just give him the fuckin' danish.
Nick : That sign says, "Free snackie cake." I paid a dollar and eight cents for my coffee. I want my free snackie cake!
Cashier : I *cannot* do that.
Dallas : [puts snackie cake on the counter] Here. Hmmm? Take it!
Nick : That's apple cinnamon! I wanted cream cheese.
Billy Hill : For fuck's sake, pay her the money and let's go.
Nick : [scoffs] Fine! Either of you got something smaller than a Ben?
Cashier : [Billy opens his case and hands Nick a $50] I'm sorry. I cannot accept any moneys over a $20 bill.
Billy Hill : [frustrated] That's it...
Cashier : I should not sell it to you anyway, as that cup is very hot and might burn you. You are very strange. I'm going to call the police.
Dallas : Fuck this. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!... BLAM!
