[Sylvia and Nick are kissing]
Nick:
You know, I'm curious. When did you decide you liked me?
Sylvia:
Oh... I guess when you tried to save my life. I... I appreciated that. I thought back then, He's really nice. I thought, If there was ever anything I could do for him, I will.
Nick:
What do you mean?
Sylvia:
What do you mean?
Nick:
Do for me? What, like now?
Sylvia:
What's happening here? A minute ago you were ready to disappear down my throat.
Nick:
I don't know. This is, uh, starting to sound a little like... charity.
Sylvia:
I must have said the wrong words. I admit, I'm not that smart. I'm not a museum person.
Nick:
Well, you know, the way it's coming out, you're looking for a little action, there's nobody here but me and Harry, and I won. But not by much.
Sylvia:
Okay... [adopts a sarcastic tone] I want you bad, alright? I dream about you and me and a house in Long Island. I'm only half a woman 'til I make love to you. [reverts to normal voice] Are you happy now?
Nick:
Must we spoil what's been a depraved and embarrassing evening? [Sylvia gasps] No, no, no. Please, not another word. This is just the way I want to forget you.
Sylvia:
Screw you!
Nick:
No, thanks!
Sylvia:
Boy, Nick, you really know how to show a girl a good time.
Harry:
[enters the tent, hair set with pins and in a hairnet] Hey, I forgot to ask you. Can I sleep on this?
Sylvia:
Who gives a shit? [leaves the tent]
Harry:
What's the matter with her?
Nick:
I wouldn't sleep with her!
Harry:
Really? [grins] Sylvia!
