Midnight Heat2007

Donna Diggs:
Time is money, baby.

Car John:
I want you to act like you're sucking my cock.

Donna Diggs:
That's all you want, baby? You know I'll do anything.

Car John:
Anything?

Donna Diggs:
Aside from taking a sh*t on your chest or taking a piss in your mouth. I'm not a f***ing Nazi, so, uh, you want a golden shower, you might have to get yourself to Fort Knox.

Car John:
Well, maybe now, I want to be pissed on. Now I want to be sh*t on.

Donna Diggs:
I'd rather pretend like I'm sucking your cock. Baby, I can tell you really need it. I wouldn't want to let something that hot go to waste with the idea of feces.

[Car john grabs Donna's head]

Car John:
Right now, I don't care about feces, b*tch! I wanna taste your f***ing urine!

[suddenly, Rick grabs the Car John, bangs her head on the steering wheel, and holds her at gunpoint]

Det. Rick Wilson:
If it's piss you want, motherf***er, then go down to the bar at the corner of Fifth and Main. Tell them that you want the special, and that Detective Rick Wilson sent you, so that the next time I see you, your teeth will be stained f***ing yellow, and if they aren't, I'll take a sh*t in your mouth myself, and fill your cavities my own goddamn way!