YOU RE THE DEVIL

Man #2: Wait, wait, wait. Look, I got something to tell you. I only have about $80 on me.

Tangie: What are you talking about?

Man #2: That's all I have. If you want to go to the ATM, we can do that.

Tangie: You think I'm a hooker?

Man #2: Aren't you?

Tangie: No!

Man #2: I'm sorry. I'm drunk.

[starts laughing]

Tangie: What is so funny?

Man #2: I guess I'm just old-fashioned. What kind of woman picks a man up in a bar and brings him back to her place if she's not a hooker?

Tangie: One that likes to fuck.

[the man starts laughing again]

Tangie: Don't laugh at me.

Man #2: I'm sorry.

Tangie: Don't laugh at me.

Man #2: This is some sick shit.

Tangie: You men with your double standards. You can do it, but a woman can't. Get out. *Get out*!

Man #2: That's a good idea. You seem to do this too often to be healthy.

Tangie: You think I have some kind of disease?

Man #2: If it ain't in your body, it is definitely in your head.

Tangie: You ain't one to judge me you son of a bitch!

Jo: I went to my gynecologist, and before you, every level in my body was fine.

Carl: Baby, are you sick? Talk to me.

Jo: Tell me the truth, Carl. Who have you been sleeping with?

Carl: Jo, I promise you since... Since you and I have been together, I have not slept with another woman, and I promise you that.

Jo: What about a man?

Carl: What the fuck did you just ask me?

Jo: I see the way you look at them when you think I'm not paying attention. I see it. The pool boy in the Hamptons, my driver, the guy the other night at the opera. I see it all, Carl.

Carl: You have no idea how much I hate coming up into this motherfucking house sometimes. Every day, Joanna, if it ain't you telling me what to wear, how to look, calling the shots over my head.

Jo: Are you gay?

Carl: How you gonna ask me a question like that?

Jo: How did you marry a woman, and then turn around and let a man bend you over?

Carl: Ain't nobody bending me over.

Jo: So you doing the bending? Is that what it is?

Carl: I don't wake up holding another man, walking down the street holding some man's hands. That's gay, okay? That ain't me.

Jo: You're saying a lie, Carl. You're saying a lot without saying nothing at all.

Carl: I'm saying that your husband is a man, Jo. I'm a man every day of the week. I'm a man. I'm just a man who enjoys having sex with another man, Jo. No attachments, no fucking... No relationship, just sex, you know? That's what I'm saying, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Jo, for my truth.