Death Proof2007

Jungle Julia:
Sorry, it was a one-time only offer and she did it earlier this evening at Anton's.

Stuntman Mike:
No, she didn't.

Arlene:
How do you know?

Stuntman Mike:
I'm good that way. And you look a little touch?.

Arlene:
What's touch??

Stuntman Mike:
Wounded, slightly.

Arlene:
Why sould I be wounded?

Stuntman Mike:
Because you expected guys to be pestering you all night, but from your look I can tell nobody pestered you at all. That kind of hurt your feelings a little bit, didn't it? There are few things as fetching as a bruised ego on a beautiful angel.

[Arlene smiles]

Stuntman Mike:
[slowly] So, how about that lap dance?

Arlene:
I think I'm going to have to give you a rain check.

Stuntman Mike:
Well, since you'll be leaving in the next couple of days, that rain check will be worthless. But that's okay. I understand if I make you uncomfortable. You're still a nice girl, and I still like you. But I must warn you of something - you know how people say "You're okay in my book" or "In my book, that's no good"? Well, I actually have a book.

[Stuntman Mike pulls out a little book from his back pocket]

Stuntman Mike:
And everybody I ever meet goes in this book. And, now I've met you, and you're going in the book! Except, I'm afraid I must file you... under... "chicken sh*t."

Arlene:
[grabbing the book] And what if I did it?

Stuntman Mike:
Well, definitely couldn't file you under "chicken sh*t" then, now, could I?

Arlene:
What's your name again?

Stuntman Mike:
[quietly] Stuntman Mike.

Arlene:
Well, Stuntman Mike, I'm Butterfly. My friend Jungle Julia over here says that jukebox inside is pretty impressive.

Stuntman Mike:
Yeah, it is.

Arlene:
Yeah.

[hands Stuntman Mike back his book]

Arlene:
Why don't you get ready for your lapdance?