Blonde Venus

Ben Smith:
What'd you say your name was?

Helen Faraday, aka Helen Jones:
Helen Faraday.

Ben Smith:
Nah, we gotta get something different. Something unusual, something that's easy to say and hard to forget.

Helen Faraday, aka Helen Jones:
Tomorrow is another day.

Taxi Belle Hooper:
So you're the Blonde Venus. Don't tell me you thought of that label all by yourself.

Helen Faraday, aka Helen Jones:
No. Mister O'Connor told me it would help me in my work.

Taxi Belle Hooper:
He would. He didn't have to think up any name for me when I put this dump on the map. My name's Taxi Belle Hooper. Taxi for short.

Helen Faraday, aka Helen Jones:
Do you charge for the first mile?

Taxi Belle Hooper:
Say, you trying' to ride me? Don't get the wrong idea. They call me Taxi because I won't ride in nothin' else. Safety first, that's my motto. Good drinking partners always make bad drivers... Do I charge for the first mile?

Helen Faraday, aka Helen Jones:
Snap out of it, kid. Tomorrow's another day.

Down-and-out woman in flophouse:
Maybe for you, but not for me.

Helen Faraday, aka Helen Jones:
Why? What's the matter with tomorrow?

Down-and-out woman in flophouse:
I'm gonna' kill myself tomorrow. *That's* what's the matter with it.

Helen Faraday, aka Helen Jones:
Me too. Make a hole in the water.

Down-and-out woman in flophouse:
Why are *you* gonna' kick off?

Helen Faraday, aka Helen Jones:
Because that's the way I feel. Isn't that reason enough?

Down-and-out woman in flophouse:
That's no reason for anything. I've got a GOOD reason: haven't got a dime. Never had any money, and I never WILL have.