Travis: Are you really twelve and a half? Iris: Listen mister, it's your time. Fifteen minutes ain't long. When that cigarette burns out, your time is up. [Iris sits on the edge of the sofa and begins undressing] Travis: How old are you? You won't tell me? What's your name? Iris: Easy. Travis: That's not any kind of name. Iris: That's easy to remember. Travis: Yeah, but what's your real name? Iris: I don't like my real name. Travis: Now what's your real name? Iris: Iris. Travis: Well, what's wrong with that? That's a nice name. Iris: Huh! That's what you think. [Iris begins to remove her top] Travis: No, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't you remember me? Remember when you got into a taxi, it was a checkered taxi. You got in and that that guy Matthew came by and he said he wanted to take you away. He pulled you away. Iris: I don't remember that. Travis: You don't remember any of that? Iris: No. Travis: Well. that's all right. I'm gonna get you out of here. Iris: So we'd better make it or Sport will get mad. So how do you want to make it? Travis: I don't want to make it. Who's Sport? Iris: Oh that's Matthew. I call him Sport. [She stands up and begins unbuckling the belt on his pants] You want to make it like this? Travis: Listen, uh, listen, hey, can I tell you somethin'. But you're the one that came into my cab. You're the one that wanted to get out of here. Iris: Well, I must have been stoned. Travis: Why, what do you mean? Do they drug you? Iris: Oh come off it, man. Travis: [Iris continues to try to unzip his fly] What are you doin'? Iris: Don't you want to make it? Travis: No, I don't want to make it. I want to help you. Iris: Well, I could help you. [Iris reaches for his pants again, but he pushes her back onto the sofa] Travis: Damn, man. Goddamn it. Shit, man. What the hell's the matter with you? Iris: Mister, you don't have to make it mister. Travis: Goddamn it. Don't you want to get out of here? Can't you understand why I came here? Iris: I think I understand, uh. I tried to get into your cab one night and you want to come and take me away. Is that it? Travis: Yeah, but don't you want to go? Iris: I can leave anytime I want to. Travis: Well then, what about that one night? Iris: Look, I was stoned. That's why they stopped me. 'Cause when I'm not stoned, I got no place else to go. So they just, uh, protect me from myself. Travis: Well, I don't know. I don't know. OK, I tried. Iris: I understand, and it means somethin', really. Travis: Oh look, can I see you again? Iris: Ha, ha, that's not hard to do. Travis: No, I don't mean like that. I mean, you know, regularly. This is nothing for a person to do. Iris: All right. How about breakfast tomorrow? Travis: Tomorrow when? Iris: I get up at about one o'clock. Travis: So long, Iris. See you tomorrow. Sweet Iris.

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