- But I know something about you. - Really?

You've been jailed twelve times.

You like Mahler and Mozart, ?>.

You hate movies. You like avocados and Schopenheimer.

Sound's like your man did his homework, baby.

When I read your stories, I had to find out.

They made me feel.

And they made me curious, very curious.

You've been really right. Why do you live like a bum?

I am a bum. What do you want me to do? You want me to write about the sufferings of the upper classes?

This is maybe news to you, but they suffer too.

Heey. Hey, baby.

Nobody suffers like the poor.

Little worried about that guy, who've got knifed.

Think he got it in the side. If he'd get in the stomach, that's bad.

Fuck you!

Maybe, they're in love.

Aah, you call that love? I call it unoriginal exhibition.

Maybe, it's only that you want to be that one who's kissing her.

Maybe. I don't put it down on parade.