Because we're just green corn.

Hey, what are we? Just people that pass in hallways?

I guess I expect too much.

Hey, I can't handle this scene, you know. I ought to be a fucking monk. Yeah.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Natali Sorensen. I know this sound like I'm a lunetic or something, but I have this reason why I wish to talk to you.

- Well, what you wanna do? - Well, what can man do with a third rate chipi.

- You keep talking like that and I'm leaving. - I'll open the door for you.

I'll be a gentleman.

Go ahead.

- OK, I'm going. - Hope, you'll find a live one.

You rotten son of a bitch.

Oh, baby. Auch. What you...? What do ya...? Auch, you've got something in there... Aaaauuuuuch

I think ?> sink. An empty bottle. Euphoria.

Youth fenced in. Stamped. Shaven

Tough words. ?>

Are you Henry Chinaski?

No, I'm Rion Spinks.

You're looking in bad shape. Should I call a doctor?