Dawn: Portrait of a Teenage Runaway1976

Harry:
[Harry picked up Dawn at a miniature golf course and is closing the deal in a cheap hotel room] We didn't discuss your price.

Dawn Wetherby:
[with false confidence] Oh, the usual.

Harry:
The usual? Now what's that?

Dawn Wetherby:
Ten-uh-Twenty dollars.

Harry:
[gets out money] Twenty dollars for twenty minutes?

Harry:
[Dawn smiles innocently as he hands her the money. She tucks it in her breast pocket] [Harry is Puzzled] How long you been at this?

Dawn Wetherby:
Not too long.

Harry:
[sighs] Nobody tell you not to stick the money in your pockets? The pros always hide the money from the customer, honey. In the shoe.

Dawn Wetherby:
Oh, I guess I forgot.

Harry:
[wearily] I guess. How old are you anyway?

Dawn Wetherby:
Fif-Eighteen.

Harry:
It's Crazy! Hollywood's crawling with hookers, and I wind up with an amateur.