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You could do it once, you could do it again.

- Could you do it once?

- Yeah.

You're the Boy Wonder, aren't you?

Feel them peels.

Meat. It's all meat in a see-through wrapper.

So you know what you're getting.

Come on, honey, give it a chance.

Put your hand back there, come on.

Soft.

Just use your fingertips.

There, that's the ticket.

Make it screech.

Grab it soft and slide up and down it.

So you know what's in there?

You remember.

It's warm in there.

How does that feel?

Now slow.

Go up slower. It's getting wet for you.

You make me feel all goosy inside.

This is stupid, you know, really stupid.

You was getting there,

you was really getting there.

Maybe you were getting there.

What's the diff? I was taking you with me.

Don't you know that's how it's done?

Let's forget it. We have a lot of work to do.

You got work to do. All I got to do is

roll over for Rex, the Wonder Dog.

- I'm trying to do you a favor.

- Well, skip it.

Come on, honey, now give it a chance.

I feel something down there. Yeah, I do.

I said we had work to do.

Come on now. Get up.

Look at your arm.

You punched a hole in that arm

the size of a dime.

How am I going to shoot around that?

Jesus Christ.

Will you get over here?

Sit on the bed.

Try to remember what you were

doing yesterday.

Isn't that a caution?

After trying all night to forget.

Okay, come on.

- Look good.

- Try it.

Okay.

What is it?

Come on. Let's have it.

What you said about my arm.

You shouldn't have said that about my arm

like that.

- Why do you want to make me feel...

- Oh, hey.

Come on. Hey, Harlene.

Hey, you know me.

Here's looking at you.

Here's looking at the two of us.

- That's more like the old Kid.

- Sure, I was just feeling a little morbid...

you know, about old Wally and all.

That's all.

You shouldn't do that. You shouldn't

think so much about the past.

You're doing swell if you think about it.

- Why, we've got a six-picture contract.

- Sure.

We don't even have to leave,

we're working at home.

That's the ticket.

Hors d'oeuvres. Restaurant.

All right. Let's go! Quiet on the set!

Hey, you bozos aren't getting paid

to play pinochle.

Okay, now. It's a light, not a chair.

It goes on the lady's face.

Okeydokey, we're almost ready to go.

All right then. What? Who is here?

On my set?

May I introduce you to our producer?

Never allow producers on the set.

Okeydokey now.

You know the scene. You're alone,

you are forlorn.

Your lover, premature ejaculation...

Winnetka High graduate, 1918,

is missing in action.

You are sad. You are distraught with grief.

Okay, for real.

Give it to me for real. That's it, Harlene.

You're all alone, baby.

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