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A mysterious blonde woman kills one of a psychiatrist's patients, and then goes after the high-class call girl who witnessed the murder.
Doctor Robert Elliott: Doctor, I am not paranoid. Bobbi was making threats over the phone. She said she's going to hurt me. My patient was slashed to death. And now my razor is gone. Now you don't have to be a detective to figure it out, do you?
Liz Blake: Do you want to fuck me? Doctor Robert Elliott: Oh, yes. Liz Blake: Then why don't you? Doctor Robert Elliott: Because I'm a doctor and... Liz Blake: Fucked a lot of doctors. Doctor Robert Elliott: ...and I'm married. Liz Blake: Fucked a lot of them, too.
Bobbi: Don't make me be a bad girl again!
Kate Miller: Maybe there's something wrong with me. Doctor Robert Elliott: There's nothing wrong with you. Kate Miller: Do you find me attractive? Doctor Robert Elliott: Of course. Kate Miller: Would you want to sleep with me? Doctor Robert Elliott: Yes. Kate Miller: Then why don't you? Doctor Robert Elliott: Because I love my wife, and sleeping with you isn't worth jeopardizing my marriage. Is it worth it to you? Kate Miller: I don't know.
Doctor Robert Elliott: How are things going with you and Mike? Kate Miller: Fine. Doctor Robert Elliott: Good. Kate Miller: [considering for a moment] No, they're not fine. What a stupid word that is. He gave me one of his wham-bang specials today and I'm mad at him. Isn't that right? Shouldn't I be mad at him? Doctor Robert Elliott: Yeah. Did you tell him? Kate Miller: Of course not. I moaned with pleasure at his touch - isn't that what every man wants? Doctor Robert Elliott: I don't know. Is it? Kate Miller: Don't start that stuff with me.
Bobbi: [on Elliott's answering machine] This is Bobbi. You won't see me anymore, so I thought I'd have a little session with your machine. Oh Doctor, I'm so unhappy. I'm a woman trapped inside a man's body - and you're not helping me to get out! So I got a new shrink, Levy's his name, he's gonna sign the papers so I can get my operation. Oh... I borrowed your razor... and - well, you'll read all about it. Some blonde bitch saw me, but I'll get her.
Liz Blake: Thank god, straight fucks are still in style!
Liz Blake: I'm sorry, am I bothering you? Hood #1: Naw, you ain't bothering me. Hood #2: But you're bothering ME. Hood #1: You say she's bothering you? Hood #2: That's right, this bitch is bothering me. Hood #1: Well, what you gonna do 'bout that? Hood #2: I'm gonna kick her ass.
[last lines] Peter Miller: Look, Liz, I've got to get home and get to work. Liz Blake: Gee, I'm gonna miss having you on my tail. You made me feel kind of safe. Peter Miller: Want to come home with me? I'd love the company. Liz Blake: Wouldn't Mike mind? Peter Miller: Mike's out of town on a business trip. We've got plenty of room. Liz Blake: Great. I could sure use the vacation. Peter Miller: Good, good. I'll get the check.