In the Cut

Detective Malloy:
[to Frannie] You know what your problem is? You're f***ing exhausting. F*** this, you know, I was doing just fine before I met you, just fine.

Pauline:
You oughta go... just for the exercise you should go!

Frannie:
The still waters of the water under a frond of stars. The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses.

[first lines]

Pauline:
What does "broccoli" mean"?

Frannie:
Depends on the context. Pubic hair or marijuana. It's a noun.

Pauline:
And "Virginia"?

Frannie:
Vagina. As in, "He penetrated her Virginia with a hammer".

Cornelius Webb:
[after class] I've been thinking on Gacy, you know? Pogo the Clown? I've been thinking that it wasn't his fault, you know? Like he were the victim.

Frannie:
Of what?

Cornelius Webb:
Desire.

Pauline:
I wanna get married once... just for my mom.

Detective Malloy:
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Pauline:
You live out of your unconscious.

Frannie:
You're a poet of love. The lovelorn man who Sick in soul and of this Busy human heart aweary Worships the spirit Of unconscious life In tree or wildflower Gentle lunatic

Cornelius Webb:
In 1978, Mr. John Wayne Gacy was in trouble when the police dug up a dead body under his cellar. When the police were done, they had 27 dead bodies. Most of them from under the house. He said he was innocent of the crime and sometimes he said that he loved those boys. He never said he was sorry. Not even at the end, when they gave him his lethal injection. He was chatty, his guard said. He wanted to discuss the Chicago Cubs and eat fried chicken.

Detective Malloy:
When you touch a woman and her clit's like that you know she knows about sex like you.

Frannie:
It's off in the distance It came into the room It's here in the circle

Detective Malloy:
When did you start liking white women?

Detective Ritchie Rodriguez:
About the same time as you.

Detective Malloy:
Some women give terrible blowj*bs. No rhythm at all. No sense of cock whatsoever.