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A Pittsburgh woman with two jobs as a welder and an exotic dancer wants to get into ballet school.
Nick: When you give up your dream, you die.
Nick: When I was a kid all I wanted was to be able to afford to eat in restaurants like this. Alex Owens: Were you poor? Nick: I was so poor I had hand-me-down lunches.
Nick: I'll bring him a doggy bag if you'll have dinner with me. Alex Owens: I told you, I don't think it's a good idea to go out with the boss. Nick: OK. Have it your way. You're fired. I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight.
Pete: Number 174. 631503. Nick: Pete, I don't want her zip code. Pete: It's her Social Security number, asshole. She works for you.
Alex Owens: You call that dancing, rolling on the floor on your back? Jeanie Szabo: Yes! so what, I make good money! Alex Owens: Look at you! You call that dancing? Jeanie Szabo: Yes! Alex Owens: [Takes money, out of Jeanie's panties, and throws it on the wet ground in the rain] What's this shit? huh? Jeanie Szabo: It's Mine! [sobs] Jeanie Szabo: Why'd you come, here? Alex Owens: Because, you're my friend. Jerk. [console's Jeanie, after their argument] Jeanie Szabo: [Sobbing] I'm cold. Alex Owens: So, am I. [Jeanie continues crying] Alex Owens: Come on, it's okay.
Alex Owens: Did you know that the smallest penis ever measured was 1.1 inches?
Alex Owens: I don't want you buying me anything. I don't want you buying me, period!
Frank Szabo: You girls eat like pigs.
Nick: What was he before he was a dog?
Alex Owens: You like phone booths? You probably just like doing it in a bed, right?