- Tish: [dancing intimately with stranger] This afternoon... You knew we were watching you, didn't you?
- Risa: You and your husband?
- Tish: Fiance.
- Risa: My name is Risa.
- Tish: Tish.
- Risa: So why did you come here?
- Tish: To dance.
- Risa: I mean here, to the baths.
- Tish: To get away. Have a little adventure.
- Risa: [hands gliding over Tish] And have you had an adventure?
- Tish: Not really.
- Risa: You want one? You and your fiance?
- [hands Tish a little packet]
- Perry: [at dinner] How can you defend them, Richard?
- Richard: It's not about defending anyone. I just don't agree with you.
- Perry: You don't think the White House is dismantling our civil liberties?
- Richard: No, I don't think so.
- Lynn: Our guests aren't interested in this, Perry.
- Perry: Well, they should be, dear sister. What we do, affects everyone. When we say "Jump!" the rest of the world says "How high?"
- Ambassador Harrington: [scoffs softly] Guh.
- Lynn: That was rude, and this is not the time or the place.
- Perry: Why not? What do you say, Mr. Szamos?
- Mrs. Szamos: Careful, Tamas, you are very bad at jumping.
- [all laugh]
- Mr. Szamos: In these troubled times, I would presume that safeguards might be your President's first priority.
- Ambassador Harrington: As usual, my son grossly exaggerates the issue. Nobody is dismantling anything It's a perfectly normal price to pay for Homeland Security.
- Perry: Please! They're stealing America! And God forbid if you're anti-war, pro-choice, or gay, or not one of their fanatical legions of evangelical hand puppets.
- Ambassador Harrington: Yes, God forbid.
- [gets scowled at by his son]
- Perry: What about the judiciary, huh? Isn't anyone concerned that it's being turned into a Goddamn right-wing dog-and-pony show?
- Mrs. Harrington: Perry! Language!
- Perry: Sorry, mother. But really, it's a joke! Just like their slash-and-burn environmental policies.
- Ambassador Harrington: Well, you may not have noticed, son, but there is an energy crisis, and the White House doesn't have to sugarcoat reality. We are at war. And the world of your tree-hugging ideology is *passe* and it is uninformed, and it is *dangerous.*
- David: To the oil companies it is.
- Ambassador Harrington: [clearly offended] Excuse me?
- David: Sometimes I think it's just White House rhetoric, masking Conservative support of big business, designed to scare us into oil exploration.
- [which doesnt make him any more popular with father-in-law to be]
- David: Everything they're doing is designed on fear.
- [smirks]
- Ambassador Harrington: Fear?
- [doesn't hide his distaste]
- David: We're a nation scared of our own shadow.
- Mr. Szamos: [chuckles] How the hell did a Liberal Republican get appointed counselor in your embassy?
- [the Ambassador chuckles]
- Mrs. Harrington: He's a very fine lawyer, that's how.
- Perry: Not to mention he's screwing the Ambassador's daughter.
- Tish: And doing it quite well, I might add.
- [all laugh]
- Mrs. Harrington: Shame on you, Tish. And you, too, Perry.
- [to Mr. Szamos:]
- Mrs. Harrington: Pay them no mind. Lynn is my only child with *any* sense of grace and subtlety.
- [all laugh]
- Mrs. Harrington: These two act like... Southern Democrats.
- Bouncer: I told you, he's busy. And we don't open for another two hours.
- Tish: [as David looks at her] I'm here to audition. He's my manager.
- Bouncer: [gives Tish an appraising look, then picks up phone and dials] There's another one. She's American.
- Gorman Bellec: [voice at other end] Okay.
- Bouncer: Down the back hall. First door on the left.
- Gorman Bellec: [in his office, seated on leather couch, speaking on cellphone] Please don't insult my intelligence. Ve already shipped you thirty thousand units. I haven't even seen a single forint yet.
- [David and Tish enters]
- Gorman Bellec: If I don't see some money or hear a damn good excuse by Friday, you know what, my friend? I will set the dogs loose, you understand? Huh? Good.
- [ends call, curses softly, then looks up Tish]
- Gorman Bellec: What is your name?
- Tish: Tish.
- Gorman Bellec: [likes what he sees] Hmm.
- [regards David]
- Gorman Bellec: What are you? Husband? Boyfriend?
- David: Manager.
- Gorman Bellec: So, Tish... What do you do? Eat pussy, suck cock, take it in the ass? What is your speciality?
- Tish: I thought you were auditioning dancers.
- Gorman Bellec: I am. I also do fuck film, print work. You ever do any of that?
- David: We thought she'd start off dancin'.
- Gorman Bellec: [laughs] You're wasting my time.
- Tish: Please, I wanna start somewhere, and...
- [shrugs]
- Tish: people say you're the best.
- Gorman Bellec: Vat people?
- Tish: This girl I know. Risa.
- Gorman Bellec: If you are talking about the Risa I think you are talking about, you two can get your asses out of here right now, and you tell her, if I ever see her again...
- [coldly:]
- Gorman Bellec: I kill her.
- Tish: I want a job.
- [softly:]
- Tish: You won't be disappointed, I promise.
- Gorman Bellec: [with a sigh in his voice] Everybody vant to be porn star.
- [brightly:]
- Gorman Bellec: Okay! Let's see what you look like.
- [Tish takes off her jacket and steps nearer to the kingpin, who gestures:]
- Gorman Bellec: Take off your clothes.
- [Tish takes off her shirt, then her skirt]
- Gorman Bellec: No, get it all off.
- David: [uncertain about this] Tish?
- Tish: It's okay.
- David: You sure?
- [Tish takes off her bra, then her panties]
- Gorman Bellec: [regards her casually] Hmm. You have a fresh look. I like that.
- [Tish flicks back her fringe]
- Gorman Bellec: You sure you're up to this?
- Tish: There's only one way to find out.
- [stands up, circles Tish, lifting up her hair, caressing her shoulder]
- David: You've seen her. That's enough.
- Gorman Bellec: Your bitch here better let me touch her. If she doesn't, I might start to think that you two are cops.
- Tish: We're not.
- Gorman Bellec: Hmm, like you said, there is only one vay to find out.
- [Tish gasps as his hand fondles her bare breast, and then slips down to her navel]
- David: [as the sleazy crime lord's hand ventures lower] You wanna play, you pay.
- [nods]
- David: She wants a job first.
- [to relieved Tish:]
- David: Put your clothes on.
- Tish: [after they escaped the club] I was so close. A-all of the girls, they knew who she was, but I - I couldn't go through with it. I'm sorry, David, I just... I couldn't do it, and...
- [gets handed a piece of paper]
- Tish: What is this?
- David: Her address.
- Tish: Where'd you get it?
- David: From a naked lady.