Fleshpot on 42nd Street1973

Cherry Lane:
[opens the front door] Jimmie. What are you doing here?

Jimmie:
I got a hard-on. You were supposed to take care of me.

Cherry Lane:
We were supposed to meet tomorrow night. Did you forget?

Jimmie:
I got a hard-on! What do you want me to do? Slam a window on it?

Cherry Lane:
I got a guest right now. I can't really talk... you know what I mean.

Jimmie:
Does he suck?

Cherry Lane:
It ain't a he. It's a she... like me. See?

[Cherry opens the door wider and Jimmie enters and sees Dusty standing in the room]

Jimmie:
You've been holding out on me. You didn't tell me about her. You didn't tell me anything about her.

[to Dusty]

Jimmie:
My name is Jimmie.

Dusty Cole:
Yeah, I gathered as much.

Cherry Lane:
She ain't too friendly, is she?

Dusty Cole:
I am... with gentlemen.

Jimmie:
What's that supposed to mean?

Dusty Cole:
Take it for what it's worth.

Jimmie:
[to Cherry] Hey, I like her.

Cherry Lane:
She's my competition.

Jimmie:
It ain't the same thing.

Cherry Lane:
Says who?