Sweet Talk

God!

Oh, my God.

No restaurant! Hey! You buy, you take away! >> Man, she meaner than your mama.

>> Man, nobody meaner than my mama. >> You got something for under

>> 5 bucks that's not gonna kill me?

>> Mm. - >> So tense.

>> Very good stuff!

It's, uh, $4.29, plus taxes.

Okay. Very good, very good.

Now, tell me something, huh?

Nice girl like you.

How come you dress like that?

Don't you want a husband?

>> A husband?

Shit... You marry her?

>> Marry her?

I wouldn't even fuck her... not

even with your dick.

>> Hey. Hey!

You'd need a microscope to find it.

>> No, no, no. Hey!

Hey, my dick ain't lacking

none in the size department, baby.

Hiya. Hey, you're late tonight, honey.

Yeah, that's the story of my life.

Well, better late than never, huh?

>> Dolores.

Those cigarettes are gonna kill you one day.

You know that, right?

>> Something's got to.

>> Oh, God.

>> See you.

Madame?

Anna?

Ah!

- Anna Karenina. - >> heh!

>> Oh!

You look ravishing...

>> this evening, my dear!

Oh.

What could you have in that bag, My dear?

>> Nothing.

It's nothing, Professor. >> It's domestic.

>> But not undrinkable!

Am I correct?

>> Well...

>> Well, and you're not going to

enjoy it alone!

Please, sit! Please!

>> Please! >> No.

Uh, you are. Here.

>> Oh...

>> come on.

>> Thank you, my dear.

>> Yeah.

>> Anna? >> Mm?

>> Don't do anything stupid.

- Leon? - As you were.

What do you think, Leon?

Gonna kill me?

"Marlene had a tendency to use

her narcissism as the long end of the wedge."

Give it your best shot.

Ooh. Oh, so good. Keep going, baby. Keep going. That's right.

Oh, yeah. That's the g-spot.

Mmm. Mm-hmm!

Oh, you son of a bitch!

You big, beautiful son of a bitch!

Guess who just walked in the door.

Delilah.

You want to say hello?

Mm-hmm.

She's sitting right here,

getting very, very horny just

thinking about you.

Uh-huh. Aren't you, honey?

You still there, baby?

Mm.

Do it, Hank.

Do it hard. Oh, yeah.

That's the spot.

Oh, right there, baby!

Ooh. Keep going!

Oh, right... right there.

Ooh, you be a stud, and you fuck

me, baby!

Oh, fuck me! Oh, yeah!

Oh! Don't stop!

Don't stop!

Oh! Harder!

Harder! Oh...

No! That's the spot right there, baby.

Harder...

Harder...

Don't stop!

Oh, that's the spot!

That's it!

That's it! Right there!

That's how I like it!

Don't stop!

Oh, yeah!

All right!

Ooh!

Oh.

Hank? You still there, baby?

Oh. Hank?

Hank.

Hank!

Ugh!

I cannot stand it when they do that.

>> What do you want them to do...

hold you and say they love you?

>> Well, they could say goodbye,

for Christ's sake.

That's the least they could do.

>> Post coitum omne animal

triste est.

>> Huh?

>> It means "after sex, men are

sad."

>> Huh.

You'd think for once, they'd be happy.

>> Yeah, well, that's why they

always want to roll over and go

to sleep afterwards.

They're deeply depressed.

>> You were supposed to be here

at midnight, you know.

>> I know. I'm sorry.

>> So, there's this guy in my

building, and he's kind of shy

and pudgy and funny-looking,

with hair falling in his eyes.

I bet you he calls places like this.

He's the type.

You know what I mean?

I mean, don't you think about

what they're like, these guys,

when you're talking to them?

>> No. Never.

>> I do, especially when I get a

nice-sounding voice on the line...

you know, shy, like this

guy in my building.

I want to tell them to go join a

club or go on Facebook...

Or something!

Or just ask someone!

I mean, maybe someone will say yes!

You never know!

But getting off over the phone

seems... So lonely.

>> Uh-huh.

>> What did men do before

telephones, like in the

19th century?

>> They patronized whores.

>> Well... We're not whores.

>> No. That's right. We're not.

We are...

we're fantasy facilitators, and

that's the problem with the

world today, Ginny.

There are no competent whores

out there!

There's... there are no whores

who, you know, they really care

about their work!

But given the state of the

profession, I guess phone sex is...

A better idea.

>> I'll see you tomorrow!

>> Mm-hmm. Okay.

>> And could you try not to be

late, please?

>> Yes. Right.

>> 7...?

Duffy's tavern, where the elite meet to eat. >> This is George Papandreou.

>> Mr. Papandreou!

How's it going?

You got a new number!

>> You're behind on the rent again!

>> Uh, the rent?

What do you me... the rent?

Oh. Here's what happened.

I got a new bank account, and

they sent me the wrong checks.

I...I asked... I had asked for a

coat of arms.

Did you know my family has a

coat of arms?

Jesus, I'm talking to a fucking bird. Ah, fuck.

"Sweet talk."

Sweet talk.

Hello. Sweet talk.

>> Who's this? >> This is delilah.

You want to talk?

>> About what?

>> Uh, you name it, baby.

Anything.