Midnight Cowboy1969

Ratso:
I gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here. Miami Beach, that's where you could score. Anybody can score there, even you. In New York, no rich lady with any class at all buys that cowboy crap anymore. They're laughin' at you on the street.

Joe:
Ain't nobody laughin' at me on the street.

Ratso:
Behind your back, I've seen 'em laughin' at you, fella.

Joe:
Aw, what the hell you know about women anyway? When's the last time you scored, boy?

Ratso:
That's a matter I only talk about at confession. We're not talkin' about me now.

Joe:
And when's the last time you've been to confession?

Ratso:
It's between me and my confessor. And I'll tell ya another thing. Frankly, you're beginning to smell. And for a stud in New York, that's a handicap.

Joe:
Well, don't talk to me about clean. I ain't never seen you change your underwear once the whole time I've been here in New York. And that's pretty peculiar behavior.

Ratso:
I don't have to do that kind of thing in public. I ain't got no need to expose myself.

Joe:
No, I bet you don't. I bet you ain't never even been laid! How about that? And you're gonna tell me what appeals to women!

Ratso:
I know enough to know that that great big, dumb cowboy crap of yours don't appeal to nobody except every jockey on 42nd Street. That's f*ggot stuff! You wanna call it by its name? That's strictly for fags!

Joe:
John Wayne! You wanna tell me he's a fag? I like the way I look. It makes me feel good. It does. And women like me, god-dammit. Hell, only one thing I've ever been good for is lovin'. Women go crazy for me. That's a really true fact. Ratso, hell: Crazy Annie, they had to send her away.

Ratso:
Then how come you ain't scored once, the whole time you've been in New York?

Joe:
'Cause, 'cause I need management, god-dammit. 'Cause you stole twenty dollars offa me. That's why you're gonna stop crappin' around about Florida. And, and get your skinny butt movin.' And earn twenty dollars worth of management which you owe me.