Working Girls

Liz. Liz.

Come on. Time to get up.

Come on.

Let's go.

/had this dream.

I've had too many...

Takes forever.

/ called.

Did that yesterday.

Woman, tam“ And then the two of us just... dreamt it was real.

- Molly! -

- Shit. - Molly, are you in there?

Gina, would you give me a break?

You know, you could try pills.

I'm not gonna screw up my hormones for two shifts a week.

Oh, that's right. You have a girlfriend.

- Gina! - What about contraceptive sponges?

They're so simple and so easy to use and only about this big.

Gina, please!

Contraceptive suppositories? Okay, okay.

Listen, you better shake that booty,

'cause you have an appointment in a few minutes with Bob Berler.

Yeah.

What time is it?

10:20. It's cool. We covered for you.

She's such a bitch. It was dead in here last night.

And do you think she'd let us go home early?

She made you stay till 1:00.

She kept calling in every 20 minutes. Bitch wouldn't let us go home.

She might as well have if she thought she was making any money after 10:00.

Man, I wish she'd admit she's a pimp.

If you made her take a lie detector test,

she'd probably pass it saying, "Well, this is a nice place"

- "where nice people meet each other." -

She doesn't even tell her shrink that she's running a fucking whorehouse.

- Is that true? - Yeah.

He'd probably up her rates.

You're probably right.

Fuck.

- Dawn. - What?

Are you all right?

Jeff fucking insisted on bringing me to work today

and he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You let him bring you here?

No, Gina. That's why I'm late.

Well, what happened?

I had him drop me off in front of an office building

thinking that he would drive away, but he fucking waited,

so I had to go inside and hide out.

He thinks you work for a caterer, doesn't he?

Yeah. That explains my schedule.

So, what would he do if he found out?

He'd fucking kill me! He wouldn't be able to deal with it.

- - Oh, that's my appointment.

- Hi, Bob. - Hi, Molly.

- Good to see you. - Good to see you.

What can I get you to drink?

- Just a club soda. -

Hi, Bob.

Hi, Bob.

Good morning. May I help you?

Oh, hi. Joe. It's Gina. How are you?

- So, how have you been? - Very well, thank you. How have you been?

- Good. - What time?

How's your office?

Things are humming. We have a new secretary.

- Oh, really? - Mmm.

- The old one quit last week. -

- May I help you? - We've been busy here, too.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Yes, sir, we have three very attractive young ladies here today.

French and straight. That's 80 for the half and 150 for the hour.

You can go twice in the hour.

Remember those tenants I was telling you about on 134th Street?

- You got that ruling? - Uh-huh.

- Congratulations. When did you find out? - This morning.

And I thought, "What better person to share it with

than my wonderful, sweet Molly?"

Great.

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

After I paid for food and rubbers last night,

I left here with 25 bucks in my pocket.

I'm in the Kleenex room.

Maybe today will be better.

Oh, God, I don't know what's worse —.

Doing nothing or seeing someone at this hour.

Even a goddamn waitress in a diner makes more money in tips,

and I'm showing up here for what, 25 bucks?

For what? To make that cunt richer?

I'm celebrating. A whole hour this time.

Oh, wonderful!

- Is the shower free? -

- Yeah, I think so. - Good.

No, sir. They're natural blondes.

Well, one of them is quite busty.

I really don't know what her measurements are, sir.

But if you'd like to come by, we do go by appointment only.

Okay. Well, thank you so much for calling. Bye-bye.

Mrs. Charlela assigned us another essay.

That Indian bitch. I don't have time for this.

Unless today is as slow as last night was.

You guys, he's usually half, but today he's an hour.

So, I'm not going to write in the time.

If Lucy happens to pop in, then you can write in the real time.

Otherwise, can you just put it in as half an hour from now

so it looks like a half-hour session? Thanks.

Molly, you took poli sci in college, right?

Molly, please. Please, Molly.

I'll pay you a hundred bucks. Write me an essay, please?

200 bucks. 300 bucks. An essay. It's easy.

On the peculiar nature of Communist charisma.

I'm already renting my body. I don't want to sell my mind.

- Shall we? - Uh-huh.

- Okay? - Mm-hmm.

Molly. Molly.

You're so... You're so sweet.

Molly.

Super, super Molly.

I want to come inside you.

Molly. Molly.

On, Molly. Molly.

Molly.

Oh.

So, thanks for coming by.

I won't be here next week, Molly. I'm going to Chicago for a meeting.

Oh, when will you be back?

Oh, in about a week. But I'll be here two weeks from today.

- Oh, great. -

But be sure to make an appointment, 'cause it does get busy.

- And I'd hate to miss you. - Hello?

Yo, mister, is this supposed to excite me or what?

Coast is clear.

Don't ever call here again, you pervert.

You know, I don't know how you can stand seeing him.

Who, Bob Berler?

Yeah, he likes to do strange positions and he gives sloppy kisses.

Yeah, but he's really easy. I mean, he talks a lot.

He's really kind of sweet. I don't know. I just hate the bangers.

I'd rather turn the easy ones into RGs.

Yeah, but you let them kiss you. I don't let any of them kiss me.

It's okay with the ones that I trust.

Oh, God, Molly. You can't trust any of them.

I mean, they go to other houses. They see other women, all of them.

Except Bob Berler.

Well, I really don't care who Bob Berler sees.

- Did you buzz anyone in? - No.

Oh, God. I bet it's the Hasid.

Is there anyone else like me, or...

- No, there's not. - Good.

- - Come on.

Did you get everything this time? Your watch?

- Yeah, I'm all set. - Okay.

- So, listen, take care. - Bye-bye, honey.

- Bye. -

I hate them.

- Don't they ever change their clothes? -

You should have said you were Jewish.

They make their wives shave their heads

and then they don't even give them good wigs.

Dawn, if it's gonna be such a horrible experience,

just take it off the books.

Okay. It's only a half. Hasids are cheap.

- - Who is it?

It's Fag Bag Jerry.

- Hi, Jerry. - Well, hello, Gina.

- How are you? - Not bad. How are you?

I'm fine, thanks. Can I get you something to drink?

You sure can. How about a Scotch? Don't make it too skimpy.

- Okay. - Hi, sweet cakes.

I'm sorry, Jerry. Have you met Molly?

I'm delighted to meet you, Molly.

Say, a good, stiff drink with a couple of gorgeous ladies.

- What more could a man want? - How long will you be in New York?

Oh, not long. Hey, uh, wh-where's Lu?

Jerry, have you ever seen Lucy here this early?

Listen, I got one for you. Did you hear about the hooker who had an appendectomy?

No.

Well, she wanted to make a little money on the side.

Hey, did you hear about the blind hooker?

You had to hand it to her.

- Here's the best yet. - No more hooker jokes, please.

Promise.

Look, they have discovered a new use for used tampons.

- Tea bags for vampires. -

80, Jerry, how's the construction business?

Really great, Gina, thanks.

Oh, you're a construction worker.

Correction. Construction boss. I build bridges.

- Oh. - Yeah, all over the world.

I just got back from Italy.

You know, the food in Italy is really aphrodisiacal.

"Aphrodisiacal"? I don't think that's a word.

- Come on. Let's have some fun. - Okay.

Hello.

Guess what, Molly? He wants to see you too.

Aw, I was sending him all my best hate signals.

Ah, but I think he found them irresistible.

Well, I don't want to put the phones on hold.