Faithful

Tony:
Blow jobs don't count.

Margaret:
Ya know, there should be a law against 24 year old blondes with big tits named Debbie.

Margaret:
Does your mother know what you do for a living?

Tony:
No.

Margaret:
Well, she wouldn't like it.

Margaret:
Ya know cuz you'll do anything for someone you love, except love them again.

Tony:
Come on, you sound like my shrink!

Margaret:
You're in therapy?

Tony:
I'm not ashamed to say I got problems like anybody else.

Margaret:
Well, I'm not, trying to insult you. I mean, I've got problems, too. I've been going to a therapist for five years, but you're a hired killer.

Tony:
It's a job.

Margaret:
No, a job is selling real estate!

[two men are admiring a Rolls Royce parked near the sidewalk]

Young Man at Rolls:
Nice Rolls. Beautiful. Incredible.

Young Man at Rolls:
You see the line, though?

Young Man at Rolls:
It's incredibly beautiful. I wonder what it costs.

Young Man at Rolls:
More than we could ever afford.

Young Man at Rolls:
Yeah, well, wouldn't it be great to have a car like this? Totally awesome.

Margaret:
[looking miserable] It wont make you happy.

Young Man at Rolls:
[realizing her presence] What?

Margaret:
This car, it won't make you happy.

Young Man at Rolls:
[scoffs] I'll look happy, though.

Young Man at Rolls:
Yeah. [gestures towards Margaret] Let's help her out. I think we should help her.

Young Man at Rolls:
[to Margaret] You all right? [she doesn't reply] You need some help?

[Margaret nods solemnly]

Young Man at Rolls:
[reaching for his wallet] Look, I just have 20s.

Young Man at Rolls:
Give her some money.

Young Man at Rolls:
That's all I have. [man two snatches the wallet] Look, don't, [Man two hands Margaret the money] Aw, man, come on.

[Margaret looks at it, waits a beat, then takes the 20. She smiles sadly, nods, gets in the Rolls Royce and drives away. The men watch, dumbfounded ]

Young Man at Rolls:
[teasingly shoves the second man] You owe me 20 bucks!