THE
FABULOUS BAKER BOYS
Suzie
I
told Frank I'm quitting.
Jack
Congratulations.
Suzie
I
said now.
Jack
Well,
if you need a reccomendation, you let me know.
Suzie
Jesus,
you're cold, do you know that? God, you're like a fucking razor blade.
Jack
Careful,
you're gonna have me thinking you're going soft on me.
Suzie
You
give it a fuck, do you? About anything?
Jack
What
do you want from me? You want me to say you stay? That's all you're looking
for? You want me to get down on my knees and beg you to save the Baker
Boys from doom? Forget it, sweetheart. We survived for fifteen years before
you started on the scene. Fifteen years, in two seconds you're bowling
like a baby. You shouldn't be wearing a dress, you should be wearing a
diaper.
Suzie
Jesus,
you and egg head aren't brothers, are you?
Jack
Let
me tell you something. Over the years they dropped like flies in the big
fucking hotels in the city. We're still here. We've never held a day job
in our life. It's an easy target but Frank's done fine.
Suzie
Yes,
thing's been great. He's got a wife, the kids and a little house in the
suburbs. Meanwhile his brother is sitting in a shitty apartment, with
a sick dog, a little orphan Annie, and a chip on his shoulder that is
big as a cadillac.
Jack
Listen
to me, princess; we fucked twice. That's it. Once the swepts have iced,
you still have no shit about me, got it?
Suzie
I
know one thing. While Frank Baker was on putting his kids to sleep last
night, little brother Jack was out testing off his dreams for a few minutes.
I was there. I saw it in your face. You're for the shit. You're a fake.
Every time you walk into some shitty decorate, you're selling yourself
on the cheap. I know all about that. I find myself at the end of the night
with some creep, and I tell myself it didn't matter. And you kid yourself
that you got this empty place inside where you can put it all. But you
do along enough and all you are is empty.
Jack
Doesn't
know whores were so philosophical.
Suzie
At
least my brother's not my pimp. You know, I had you paint for a loser
the first time I saw you, but I was wrong, you're worse. You're a coward.
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