Heavy Traffic1973

Michael:
Uh, are you serious about stayin' with me? Cause, I mean, it's really okay with me. I mean, if I could... I could sleep on the floor, and you could... I mean...

Carole:
Listen here, white boy, don't hand me that honky sh*t. "Stay with you." You ain't got nothin' goin' for you. Damn, man! First you help me get my ass kicked out of a good gig, then, cause you think I need you for a few goddamn minutes, you try to jive-ass me for a quick lay? Now, listen here, boy! [pats her behind, watching it jiggle] As long as Carole got this here good thing, [taps her head] and this here left, ha ha ha! She don't need ANYTHING else unless she wants it, and child, I don't want it.