Fleshpot On 42nd Street (HQ)

I set the alarm for you the other night. - I know, but I went back to *****.

That's not the first time, you know. - Yeah, I know.

You gonna make dinner for me? - What do you want?

I got us some franks and beans. - God, I'd love some steak.

Honey, maybe if you get a job, we could afford some steak.

Here we go again. - Look, baby, I told you when you moved in here

you'd have to help out. Now it's been three months and I ain't seen a goddamn nickel yet.

What do you want me to do, go out and hustle? Is that what you want?

I could get you some money that way. - Why can't you go to work?

I will. Don't push me. - Dusty, I cannot afford the two of us.

Will you turn off that goddamn TV set?

Look, I can't just go to work like all these creeps around here.

I gotta like a job or I can't do it.

Dusty, you're a grown woman now.

You just can't roam through life doing exactly what you want to do.

You want to bet?

Look, baby, I like you.

I really do. You're a good ***.

You got a lot up on the board, you understand?

But you got a lot of freaky habits.

I mean, shit, I don't like to go to work, but you got to.

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