Boogie Nights Page #4

Horner, Filmmaker.

DIRK:

Really?

JACK:

I make adult films. Erotic pictures.

BEAT, THEN;

DIRK:

. . . I know who you are. I read about you

in a magazine. "Inside Amber," "Amanda's

Ride." You made those --

JACK:

So you know me, you know I'm not full

of doggy-doo-doo --

DIRK:

Yeah . . . .

JACK:

So why don't you come back

to my table, have a drink,

meet some people --

DIRK:

I'd love to but . . . I'm working --

JACK:

You need money, you have to pay the rent --

DIRK:

. . . No . . . I mean, yeah. I need money.

But I don't pay rent. I live at home.

JACK:

Tell me how old you are, Eddie.

DIRK:

. . . I'm seventeen . . . .

JACK:

You're a seventeen year old piece of gold.

DIRK:

Yeah, right.

JACK:

Why don't you come back to my table,

have a drink, meet some people --

DIRK:

I can't do that to Maurice.

JACK:

You're a good worker, yeah?

DIRK:

I'm sorry, I do know you, I know

who you are, I'd love to have a drink

with you and I know you're not full of --

JACK:

-- doggy-doo-doo.

DIRK:

Yeah, yeah. But I just can't

walk out on Maurice. I'm sorry.

BEAT, THEN;

JACK:

It seems to me, beneath those jeans,

there's something wonderful just

waiting to get out --

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