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A sexually repressed woman's husband is having an affair with her sister. The arrival of a visitor with a rather unusual fetish changes everything.
Graham: I remember reading somewhere that men learn to love the person that they're attracted to, and that women become more and more attracted to the person that they love.
Ann: So let me see, you said, um, you said that I should never take advice from someone that I haven't had sex with, right... right? Graham: Basically. Ann: Right. And, uh, *we* haven't had sex... [giggle] Ann: right? Graham: So... Ann: So, I, I, I guess from your own advice, I shouldn't take your advice. Graham: I wouldn't.
Ann: You know, my therapist... Graham: You're in therapy? Ann: Aren't you?
Cynthia: The organ itself seemed like a, a separate thing, um, a separate entity to me. I mean, when he finally pulled it out, and I could look at it and touch it, I completely forgot that there was a guy attached to it. I remember literally being startled when the guy spoke to me.
John Mullany: I'm sorry? Graham: No, it's just, I, you know, I just think - right now I have one key and everything I own is in the car, and I just... I like that, you know? I mean, I just, if I get an apartment, that two keys, if I... get a job, you know, I might have to open or close, that's more keys, you know, buy some stuff, I'm afraid it's gonna get ripped off, or something, and I get more keys, and I just, I, you know, I just like having the one key, it's clean. Ann: You're not gonna worry in losing them, I always lose my keys, I hate that.
Graham: So, I don't... I don't understand, uh, what made you want to come here. I can't imagine Ann painted a very flattering portrait of me. Cynthia: Yeah, well, see, um, I don't really listen to Ann when it comes to men. I mean, look at John, for Christ's sake.
Ann: I want to know why you are the way you are! Graham: And I'm telling you it's not any one thing that I can point to and say "That's why!" It doesn't work that way with people who have problems, Ann, it's not that neat, it's not hat tidy! It's not a series of little boxes that you can line up and count. Things just don't happen that way.
Ann: Nothing's what I thought it was. John's a bastard. Let's make a videotape. Graham: No, I... ahem... I don't think that's a good idea. Ann: Why not? Graham: Because I don't think it's a choice that you'd make in a normal frame of mind. Ann: And what would you know about a normal frame of mind?
Ann: Being happy isn't all that great. I mean... the last time I was... really happy... I got really fat.
John Mullany: You're lying to Ann, too. Cynthia: Yeah, right, but I didn't take a vow in front of God and everyone to be faithful to Ann.
[Accepting John's claim that he's not cheating on her] Ann: I've just got all this time on my hands, and I just sit around and start inventing these, like, intricate scenarios... [giggles] Ann: And then I don't want to have wasted all my time, so I want to believe in them.
Cynthia: [entering Graham's apartment uninvited and unannounced] I'm Cynthia Bishop Graham: [looking confused] Who? Cynthia: [interrupting] I'm Ann Mullaney's sister Graham: The extrovert Cynthia: She musta been in a good mood when she said that; she usually calls me 'loud.' Graham: She called you that too!
Ann: Anyway, being happy isn't all that great. I mean, the last time I was really happy... I got so fat. I must have put on 25 pounds. I thought John was gonna have a stroke.
Ann: I think that um... I think that sex is overrated. I think that people place far too much importance on it, and I think that stuff about women wantin' it just as bad as men is crap. I mean I think that women want it, I just don't think that they want it for the same reason that men think they do.
Graham: You're right, I've got a lot of problems... But they belong to me. Ann: You think they're yours, but they're not. Everybody that walks in that door becomes part of your problem. Anybody that comes in contact with you. I didn't want to be part of your problem, but I am. I'm leaving my husband, and maybe I would have anyway, but the fact is, is, I'm doing it now, and part of it's because of you. You've had an effect on my life. Graham: This isn't supposed to happen. I've spent nine years structuring my life so this didn't happen.
[last lines] Ann: I think it's gonna rain. Graham: [chuckles] It is raining. Ann: Yeah.
[after doing a videotape, Cynthia is extremely horny] Cynthia: [to John] Get your balls in the air and get your butt over here! [after some wild, passionate sex] John Mullany: Oh, God. You're on fire!
Ann: Did he touch you? Cynthia: No. Ann: Did you touch him? Cynthia: No. Ann: Did anybody touch anybody? Cynthia: Well... yes. Ann: Don't tell me... don't tell me... don't tell me. You didn't! Cynthia: I did. Ann: You didn't! Cynthia: I did. Ann: You didn't! Cynthia: I did!
Ann: I want out of this marriage. John Mullany: What? Ann: I. Want. Out. Of. This. *Marriage.*
Ann: What did you think? Graham: I thought about what you would look like having an orgasm. Ann: I'd like to know what I look like havin' an orgasm.
Barfly: OK, now, you're wearing blue, I'm wearing blue. Is this some sort of weird coincidence? Ann: I don't think so. Barfly: I think it's something more. Ann: Do you live here? Barfly: No. I'm just passing through.
Ann: Well, what did he ask exactly? Cynthia: Well, I don't want to tell you exactly. Ann: You let a total stranger record your sexual life on videotape, but you won't tell your own sister? Cynthia: Apparently.
Barfly: This is too much. I'm wearing red, you're wearing red. That's quite a coincidence... Ann: Look, I'm married. Barfly: Really? Are you very married? Ann: Married enough Barfly: Oh. Oh. I see. Well, that shouldn't stop us... Ann: I'm just here to see my sister. OK? Barfly: Oh, really? Who's your sister?... Is she married?
Barfly: It's a nice dress. Ann: Thanks. I thought so, too. Barfly: Looks like a tablecloth.
Graham: Do you have orgasms? Ann: I don't think so. I mean, I guess, since I'm not sure, that I've never had one.
Ann: So, all these are... are interviews, huh? Graham: Uh, yes. Ann: Can we watch one? Graham: No, I'd - uh, no. Ann: Why not? Graham: Well, I... promised each of the subjects that no one would see the videotapes except for me. Ann: What are the interviews about? Graham: The interviews are about sex.
Cynthia: If Ann got freaked out by these, there must be something sexual: are these tapes of you having sex with these girls? Graham: No, not exactly. Cynthia: Well, either you are or your aren't; which is it? Graham: Why don't you let me tape you? Cynthia: Doing what? Graham: Talking. Cynthia: About what? Graham: About sex... your sexual history, sexual preferences. Cynthia: What makes you think I'd discuss that with you? Graham: Nothing. Cynthia: Hmm. And you just want to ask me questions? Graham: I just want to ask you questions. Cynthia: That's all. Graham: That's all. Cynthia: Is this how you get off or something? Taping women talking about their sexual experiences? Graham: Yes.
Cynthia: I was eight years old, and, um, Michael Green, who was also eight, asked if he could watch me take a pee... And I said he could if I could watch him take one, too. So we went to the woods behind my house. And I got this feeling he was chickenin' out cos he kept sayin' "Ladies first!" So I pulled down my little panties and urinated, and he ran away before I even finished. Graham: Was it a topic of conversation between you after that? Cynthia: No! He kind of avoided me for the rest of the summer, and then his family moved away... To Cleveland, actually. Graham: What a shame. When did you finally see a penis?
[to Ann, the first time they meet] Graham: Have you ever been on television?
Ann: That's beautiful... That's really beautiful.
Ann: You can't possibly trust him. He's perverted.
Ann: I brought you this. I knew it was your birthday. [Hands Cynthia a potted plant] Cynthia: Thanks. Barfly: It's a nice plant. Looks like a tablecloth.
John Mullany: Ann, answer me. Answer me, god dammit. Did he? Ann: Yes. [Prepares to slap Ann but backs off] John Mullany: That backstabbing son of a bitch! Oh, Mr. Honesty, huh!
Cynthia: You know, I'd like to do it at your house sometime. I must admit, the idea of doing it in my sister's bed gives me a perverse thrill.
Cynthia: Ann, I don't understand why this freaks you out so much. You didn't do it, I did. And if it doesn't bother me, why should it bother you?
[John said he wasn't fucking Cynthia] Ann: You never used to say the word "fucking."
John Mullany: Things are getting too complicated. Cynthia: No... they're gettin' real simple.
Ann: I always lose my keys. I hate that.
Graham: One woman used up only 3 minutes, and another used three 2-hour tapes.
[first lines] Ann: Garbage. All I've been thinking about all week is garbage. I mean, I just can't stop thinking about it.
Ann: What kind of "personal project"? Graham: A personal project like anyone else's personal project. Mine's just a little more... personal, I guess.