New York, I Love You

Camille:
Hey, David, it's Camille. You know, when Dostoevsky was writing The Gambler, he signed a contract with his publisher saying that he would finish it in twenty-six days, and he did it, but he had the help of this young stenographer. This girl, she... she stayed with him and she helped him. And... afterwards they actually got married. Ha, isn't that cool? That's how he met his wife. Anyway I found this story in the preface for Crime and Punishment so I was thinking that... and, this would have to be between you and me, but... I was thinking that I could read the books and tell you what's going on and that way you could just focus on your music. But only if you're comfortable with this, and if you're not then you can just forget it, and you can quit, but if you are... then open this door.

David:
Open... this door? [crawls to his front door and opens it]

Camille:
Okay, a deal's a deal.

David:
Does this mean we're getting married?

Camille:
I have a lot of reading to do...

Camille:
Hi, I'm Camille.

David:
Hi, I'm David.

Writer:
[after lighting her cigarette] We share a flame, thousands of tiny molecules are heating up right now, they're penetrating our brain. Alright, they're stimulating our sexual desire. I mean, I don't know about you, but I find that sh*t very romantic. And you know, I'm so glad you walked over here because now I can feel a little bit more comfortable to tell you that I happen to be on the forefront of men able to find and locate a woman's G-spot, and I could - I could do that for you.

Call Girl:
[Sarcastically] That's really generous of you, thank you.

Writer:
Well, it's my pleasure. Well. It's your pleasure.

Call Girl:
And what makes you think I haven't located it yet?

Writer:
Uh, the way you hold the cigarette. It's a little high and tight. Y'know what you have to do, is you have to lower it. You have to bring it all the way down, in there, so it just sits. Comfortably. Y'know if it's high and tight like that, the whole body gets restricted and the... plexus? Gets closed off. Y'know and the vagina gets locked.

Anna:
Have you ever made love to a perfect stranger?

Alex:
Now you're teasing me.

Anna:
I believe I am.

Alex:
Well, I mean... No, not exactly a perfect stranger, if you mean someone I wouldn't know at all.

Anna:
It's sad.

Alex:
It's sad? Why?

Anna:
Because there's almost nothing more exciting than f***ing somebody you don't know. Right? You don't know their name, barely saw their face.

Alex:
Don't... Don't tell me your name.