The Happy Ending1969

Franco:
Lady, I'm a bum. A hustler from L.A. down on his luck. One long run of rotten luck. I've been like a goddamn service station to all kinds of broads from all over the world. Gas 'em up, grease their parts, charge their batteries, "Hello, goodbye, that's service with a smile... Who's next?"

Franco:
Jesus, lady, I'm 34, my hair's falling out, and you were my long shot. For a while there we had somethin' nice going. Somethin'... Sorry, lady, but I can't afford to waste it. Lady, I used to be a pistol. Bang, bang, load, reload. Now... Anyhow, I gotta' save it. In case. I mean, what if something finally turned up, and... and I couldn't make the scene? Ugh! [shudders]

Franco:
I'd say we both got the shitty end of the stick, huh?

Franco:
[Mary ties a hundred dollar bill into one of her stockings, drapes it on his shoulder, then runs off] Hey! What for?

Mary Wilson:
Ciao, Marcello!