One Hour Fantasy Girl

Roger:
I'm ugly.

Brandi:
No, you have nice eyes. [pause] You want me to make you pretty?

Roger:
Yes, yes.

Brandi:
Everybody wants to be pretty. [Brandi applies lipstick to Roger's lips then holds up a compact mirror] Now you're beautiful.

Brandi:
You barely know me, I'm not that easy to be around.

Bobby Richards:
I'm not that easy to be with either.

Chi Trang:
We create the world we want to live in. [Chi hands a laminated photo of the Mandala of Compassion to Brandi, who studies it] Do you believe you can? [pause] I've got bills to pay, don't you? Let's make some money.

Brandi:
[under her breath] Okay.

Man on street #1 (voice over):
I've told you the baddest sh*t I know; hey man, f*** reality! Fantasy is everything!

Man on street #2 (voice over):
If I've got some money, anyone's going to be my friend; no one loves you when you're down and out.

Tom:
[Tom spots a stoned, dazed PROSTITUTE, 30, walk in, sits at a booth. He glances at the Prostitute muttering to herself then turns to Becky] Is she with you?

Brandi:
No, she's not with me.

Tom:
[He grabs a menu, goes to the Prostitute] Coffee?

Prostitute:
[the Prostitute nods] And pancakes, with lots of strawberries.

Tom:
That'll cost extra.

Prostitute:
[She puts a twenty dollar bill on the table] And lots of syrup.

Tom:
Yes, ma'am.

Brandi:
[Becky studies the smeared make-up on the Prostitute then walks out]

Tom:
I see daylight and I see her... if that happens again, you're gone.

Dianthia:
Okay.

Bobby Richards:
I work on web games

Chi Trang:
So you make the big bucks.

Bobby Richards:
Starting to, yeah.

Chi Trang:
You're not going to make any money looking like that.

Brandi:
I can't sleep.

Chi Trang:
Then you better start taking sleeping pills.

Brandi:
I don't like taking...

Chi Trang:
I don't care what you like! You have to look good.