Myra Langtry:
I have only one thing now. Are you interested?
Jeweler:
Well, I'd have to see it, of course.
Myra Langtry:
You are seeing it. You're looking right at it.
Jeweler:
Mrs. Langtry, something like this very rarely happens. The fine setting and workmanship usually means precious stones. It always hurts me when I find they're not. I always hope
[
removes his glasses]
Jeweler:
I'm mistaken.
Simms:
Put it this way, now. Say I rent to a woman, well, she has to have a room with a bath. I insist on it, because otherwise she's got the hall bath tied up all the time, washing her goddamn hair and her clothes and everything she can think of...
Simms:
If you keep out the women in the first place, see, you keep out the hookers, and then you keep out the cops, and that's how you have a clean place.
Irv:
Bobo wants you to go on to Delmar.
Lilly Dillon:
Delmar? I never go out to California. That's a thousand miles from here.
Irv:
Nine hundred. Bobo needs somebody to handle playback this time. Come on, Lilly, you don't argue with Bobo.
Lilly Dillon:
I know.
Irv:
Take two, three days. Call when you get there.
Lilly Dillon:
Maybe I'll swing around Los Ang gleez on the way.
Doctor:
Miss Dillon, I'm sorry about our little disagreement on the phone. And I'm really sorry about your son. Well, it's hard to believe that such a strapping young man is your son.
Lilly Dillon:
Never mind that, just take care of him.
Doctor:
He's had, he's had an internal hemorrhage. He's bleeding to death.
Lilly Dillon:
Well, make it stop!
Doctor:
His blood pressure's under a hundred. I don't think he's going to make it to the hospital.
Lilly Dillon:
You know who I work for.
Doctor:
There's just so much I can do.
Lilly Dillon:
My son is going to be all right. If not, I'll have you killed.
Myra Langtry:
I'm Roy's friend.
Lilly Dillon:
Yes. I imagine you're lots of people's friend.
Myra Langtry:
[
taking a good look at LILLY] Oh, of course, now that I see you in the light, you're plenty old enough to be Roy's mother.
Lilly Dillon:
Aren't we all?
Roy Dillon:
Play nice. Don't fight.
Bobo Justus:
One question. Do you want to stick to that story, or do you want to keep your teeth?
Lilly Dillon:
I want to keep my teeth.
Cole:
Gloucester, we are talking about breaking the law here. I just want to make sure you understand that. No one is going to get hurt, but the law is going to be broken.
Hebbing:
Laws are made to be broken, aren't they?
Roy Dillon:
Maybe I like it where I am.
Myra Langtry:
Well, maybe I don't! I had ten good years with Cole, and I want them back! I gotta have a partner! I looked and I looked and believe me, brother, I kissed a lot of fucking frogs, and you're my prince!
Lilly Dillon:
Well, sure, Roy. You want me to drive up - ? Okay, fine, come on down. It won't be a home-cooked meal, you know.
Roy Dillon:
Well, that's good news.
Bobo Justus:
[
trying to get an explanation for Lilly's horse bet] You want to talk to me straight up?
Lilly Dillon:
My son.
Bobo Justus:
Your what?
Lilly Dillon:
My son was in the hospital.
Bobo Justus:
What the fuck are you doing with a son?
Roy Dillon:
It's great to get away, isn't it? Take some time off. Next week, I'll be back to work.
Myra Langtry:
You already went back to work.
Roy Dillon:
What?
Myra Langtry:
I watched you, working the tat on those sailor boys.
Roy Dillon:
Working the what?
Myra Langtry:
Oh, come on, Roy, the tat. What you do for a living.
Roy Dillon:
I'm a salesman.
Myra Langtry:
You're on the grift, same as me.
Roy Dillon:
Myra, I'm not following you.
Myra Langtry:
Roy, you're a short-con operator... and a good one, I think. Don't talk to me like I'm another square!
Roy Dillon:
You talk the lingo. What's your pitch?
Myra Langtry:
The long end, big con.
Roy Dillon:
Nobody does that single-o.
Myra Langtry:
I was teamed ten years with the best in the business, Cole Langley.
Roy Dillon:
I've heard the name.
Myra Langtry:
It was beautiful! And getting better all the time.
Roy Dillon:
Is that right?
Myra Langtry:
It is, Roy. It's where you should be. What do you bring in, $300, $400 a week? We used money like that for tips!
Myra Langtry:
Don't tell me. You're Addison Simms of Seattle! And we had lunch together in the fall of 1902!
Roy Dillon:
I guess I owe you my life, Lilly.
Lilly Dillon:
You always did, Roy.
Lilly Dillon:
I guess we won't be getting a straight job.
Myra Langtry:
[
laughing while having sex with Joe]
Joe:
What're you laughing at?
Myra Langtry:
Oh, nothi- nothing, nothing, no, never mind, Joe. It's just... I was remembering, at lunch... on the menu it said, "Today's Special: broiled hothouse tomato under generous slice... of ripe cheeeeese!"
[
giggles]
Arizona Motel Clerk:
Some-in' wrong? Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were the other lady.
Myra Langtry:
No, I'm me.
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