Midnight Heat2007

Phil:
Nikki, Nikki, Nikki!

Nikki:
Do you mind, Phil? I'm working here.

Phil:
Oh, you are? Really? You're working?

Nikki:
It's a slow night, Phil.

Phil:
That don't answer my question. Why isn't some john motherf***er tonguing your a**hole? Do I have to see it with my own eyes to know that you're f***ing for me?

Nikki:
Well, let's just hope the people I meet tonight do it just like that. That'll cost the sick f***s a little extra.

Phil:
Those sick f***s are paying for your shitty rent and my brand new f***ing suit, and let me tell you, my brand new suit is starting to feel a little old. Go f*** your brains out, twat!

[Phil leaves]