After Hours

Paul Hackett:
I'll probably get blamed for that.

Pepe:
Art sure is ugly.

Neil:
Shows how much you know about art. The uglier the art, the more it's worth.

Pepe:
This must be worth a fortune, man.

Horst:
That was rude of you, Paul.

Paul Hackett:
I don't know what came over me.

Horst:
Lack of discipline.

Paul Hackett:
Possibly.

Paul Hackett:
Which way you headed?

Marcy:
Downtown, SoHo.

Paul Hackett:
Oh, nice... nice. A loft?

Marcy:
Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses.

Paul Hackett:
Really...

Marcy:
She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one?

Paul Hackett:
Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they?

Marcy:
I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460.

Paul Hackett:
243-3460.

Marcy:
Her name's Kiki Bridges.

Paul Hackett:
Kiki Bridges, okay.

Marcy:
Nice talkin' to ya.

Paul Hackett:
Yeah, great talkin' to you.

Paul Hackett:
Is Marcy here?

Kiki:
She had to go to the all-night drugstore.

Paul Hackett:
Is she all right?

Kiki:
It's under control.

Paul Hackett:
You have a great body.

Kiki:
Yes. Not a lot of scars.

Marcy:
I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there on the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made a move, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours.

Paul Hackett:
My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy?

Marcy:
No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are.

Marcy:
My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you?

Paul Hackett:
"The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah.

Marcy:
Well, whenever he - you know, when he came...

Paul Hackett:
Yeah.

Marcy:
...he would scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!"

Paul Hackett:
Wow.

Marcy:
Instead of saying something normal like, "Oh, God," or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.

Paul Hackett:
Boy, I'm sorry. I guess I've really been runnin' you through the mill tonight.

Marcy:
It's okay, I'm used to it.

Paul Hackett:
What type of pot is this?

Marcy:
Colombian.

Paul Hackett:
That's a lie.

Marcy:
What?

Paul Hackett:
This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot.

Marcy:
That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was...

Paul Hackett:
Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you.

Marcy:
Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore. Are you all right?

Paul Hackett:
Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here to see in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now!

Marcy:
What's the matter?

Paul Hackett:
I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up.

Marcy:
Right now?

Paul Hackett:
Yes, right now!

Marcy:
They're in Kiki's bedroom.

Paul Hackett:
Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have ANYTHING to hold them down with.

Paul Hackett:
What's your name?

Julie:
Julie.

Paul Hackett:
My name's Paul.

Julie:
Rough night, Paul?

Julie:
Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo?

Paul Hackett:
Yes... yes, I do.

Julie:
Then why don't you touch it?

Paul Hackett:
What do you want from me? I'm just a word processor!

Street Pickup:
Why don't you just go home?

Paul Hackett:
Pal, I've been asking myself that all night.

Club Berlin Bouncer:
Got any money?

Paul Hackett:
Yes I got money. Is that what this is all about, you want money? Why didn't you ask for that in the first place man. Here, it's all I got.

Club Berlin Bouncer:
I'll take your money so you don't feel you didn't leave anything tried. Now, you keep the quarter...

Club Berlin Bouncer:
...but you still have to wait a few minutes.

Paul Hackett:
I want to live.

Paul Hackett:
Couldn't you just give me one token, please?

Subway Attendant:
I can't do that. I may lose my job.

Paul Hackett:
Well, who would know... exactly?

Subway Attendant:
I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone... who knows?

Hey, I thought I told you to stay on the bed.

Right.

Paul:
Could we have the check?

Coffee Shop Cashier:
It's on the house.

Paul:
Really?

Coffee Shop Cashier:
Sure. What the hell. Different rules apply when it get's this late. You know what I mean? It's like after hours.

Kiki:
You do that all day and your own shoulders get pretty sore.

Paul:
You want a massage?

Kiki:
You read my mind. Would you?

Paul:
Sure. I'm not too good at this. I just know a few basic moves.

Kiki:
Just make it hurt and you're on the right track.

Marcy:
I hope you don't have to get up early tomorrow morning or anything.

Paul:
No. No, I don't.

Marcy:
Because I think you're somebody I can really talk to. And tonight I feel like - I feel like I'm gonna let loose or something. I feel like - I feel like something incredible is really gonna happen here! [laughs] I feel soooo excited. I don't know why? I feel it. [laughs] I'm glad you came. [laughs]

Paul:
Greg called.

Marcy:
Oh, how'd that little f*ggot find out I was staying here tonight? He probably wants to whine to me about his latest boyfriend.

Paul:
Friends like that are hard to deal with sometimes.

Marcy:
Well, that's what friends are for!

Tom the Bartender:
How about a drink? You look like you could use one.

Paul:
You don't happen to have any powerful aphrodisiacs back there, do you?

Tom the Bartender:
She won't put out, huh?

Paul:
No, it's not for her. It's for me. I seem to have gotten myself involved with one of your cocktail waitresses.

Tom the Bartender:
Miss Bee Hive 1965.

Paul:
Yes. Don't even ask me how.

Tom the Bartender:
So, take off. What's she gonna do? Kill herself?

Paul:
Why doesn't he have to wait a few minutes?

Club Berlin Bouncer:
Tonight is mohawk night. If you had a mohawk, you could go in.

Paul:
[laughs] Oh, come on! We're both adults! Why don't you just let me in?

Club Berlin Bouncer:
Do you really want to go inside?

Paul:
You wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight. You just, wouldn't believe it.

Gail:
Oh, I'm an ice cream vendor - Mr. Softee.

Paul:
What? I - you misunderstood me. I didn't ask what you did for a living. I said, you wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight.

Gail:
It's not boring. And I have my own Mr. Softee truck. It's not - it's not boring.

Paul:
I have had a terrible, terrible night. Do you understand?

Gail:
I'm just trying to entertain you.

Paul:
I don't want any entertainment! And, I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry. I am under - oh God, I - I'm unable to get home tonight, you know. I can't get home.

Julie:
I'm gonna give you a present.

Paul:
Don't do that. That's really not necessary at all. I mean, I've only known you for, what, an hour.

Julie:
No, no, no. You said that you were gonna come back and you did. In these days, that is something to be commended and rewarded. Do you know what this is?

Paul:
No.

Julie:
This is a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight. I bought it from a local artist, Kiki Bridges. Did you ever hear of her?