Gia Page #2

I have an appointment.

Hold, please.

Of course you do.

G what?

Okay.

There. Gia.

Just f*** the rest of it. Call me Gia.

Do you think you can remember that,

honey?

Yeah? Cool.

Now tell the b*tch I'm here.

I've already seen the pictures, darling.

Maurice sent them.

I wanted to see the real thing.

Well, this is it.

It certainly is.

You practically gave

my receptionist a coronary.

Yeah, well, look.

This was a free trip to New York...

and if I knew you were looking

for Marcia-f***ing-Brady...

I would've stayed home.

How do you know

what I'm looking for?

- Look at me.

- I'm looking, I'm looking.

You know, dressing like

a motorcycle tramp...

is somewhat interesting

for a 17-year-old girl.

Talking like one is not.

In fact, talking at all is not really

required in this profession...

or even encouraged.

Anything you might have to say

you say through the camera...

the image, huh...

and hopefully the product.

What comes out of your mouth

is totally irrelevant.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Now, this is a career.

This is a future.

This is a life...

if you want it.

Does that mean

you can get me a job?

I get you the interviews.

You get the job.

And I believe you will.

Dear Diary, this is my life.

Go see Young & Rubicom, 9:45.

Go see people at Revlon, 11:15.

Go see Demi Moore, Bob Stone,

Somebody Malowinksi...

and "Get lost, honey.

You ain't what we're lookin' for. "

- Next!

- Thank you and f*** you. Bye.

Yeah, I go see, I go see.

Nobody sees me.

"Ah, piece of meat, come here.

Show me your bag. "

And they stick their finger in you.

"I just wanna taste your temperature. "

Go see, go see, go see,

go see somebody else.

I ain't no good at this.

I ain't no good at this at all.

But even if you are good at it,

what, exactly, are you good at?

- You can't leave now.

- I have to go.

What, what?

To Philadelphia?

- For what?

- I got stuff.

I have to go.

Well, somebody has to take care of me.

I'm just a kid.

Bullshit.

What's in Philadelphia

that's more important than me?

- Do not do that.

- Do not do what?

Do not pretend you're gonna do something

when you know you're not.

What am I not gonna do?

What else?

What?

- Know what I want?

- What?

What?

How do they fit?

This turn you on?

Yeah.

- Kinda.

- All right.

Come here.

- Have you ever had sex with a man?

- Yeah.

Once.

And?

And I could've done that

with a German shepherd.

Dear Book, this is

another day in the life.

A life is like a book.

A book is like a box.

A box has six sides,

inside and outside.

So how do you get

to what's inside?

How do you get

what's inside out?

Once upon a time,

there was a very pretty girl...

who lived in a beautiful box

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