Imagem do filme "Closer"
- I love you.
- Thank you.
- What’s this room called?
- The Paradise Suite.
- How many Paradise Suites are there?
- Eight.
- Do I have to pay you to talk to me?
- No. But if you want to tip me, you’re welcome.
- …
- Thank you.
- I used to come here a million years ago. It was a punk club. The stage was… Everything is a version of something else. Twenty years ago. How old were you?
- Four.
- Christ. When I was in flares, you were in nappies.
- My nappies were flared.
- You have the face of an angel.
- Thank you.
- What does your cunt taste like?
- Heaven.
- How long have you been doing this?
- Three months.
- Straight after he left you?
- No one left me.
- Nice wig.
- Thank you.
- Does all this turn you on?
- Sometimes.
- Liar. You’re telling me that ‘cause you think it’s what I want to hear. You think I’m turned on by it turning you on.
- The thought of me creaming myself when I strip for strangers doesn’t turn you on?
- Put like that, yes. Are you flirting with me?
- Maybe.
- Are you allowed to flirt with me?
- Sure.
- Really?
- No, I’m not. I’m breaking all the rules.
- You’re mocking me.
- Yes, I’m allowed to flirt.
- To prize my money from me.
- To prize your money from you, I may do or say as I please.
- Except touch.
- We’re not allowed to touch.
- Open your legs.
- …
- Wider.
- …
- Show me.
- …
- So, what would happen if I touched you now?
- I’d call security.
- What would they do?
- They would ask you to leave and not to come back.
- And if I refused to leave?
- They would remove you. Those are security cameras in the ceiling.
- I think it’s best I don’t attempt to touch you. I’d like to touch you. Later.
- I’m not a whore.
- I wouldn’t pay.
- …
- Why the fuck did he leave you?
- What’s your job?
- A question. You asked me a question.
- So?
- It’s a chink in your armor.
- I’m ot wearing armor.
- Yes, you are. Why are you calling yourself Jane?
- Because it’s my name.
- We both know it isn’t.
- …
- You’re all protecting your identities. There’s a girl out there who calls herself Venus. What’s her real name?
- Pluto.
- You’re cheeky.
- Would you like me to stop being cheeky?
- No.
- What’s your name?
- Daniel.
- Daniel the dermatologist.
- I never told you my job.
- I guessed.
- You’re strong. There’s another one out there. Judging by the scars, a patient of Dr. Tit. Call herself Cupid. Who’s gonna tell her he was a bloke?
- He wasn’t a bloke. He was a little boy.
- I want you to tell me your name.
- …
- Please.
(part 1, to be continued)
Larry and Alice, in “Closer”, 2004
