Mona Lisa Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1986
- 104 min
- 478 Views
- So where did they get you from?
I have to work in these places.
The bar boy turns a blind eye,
but the manager doesn't.
- you gonna tell me
where you want to go?
- The Lambert.
- [Tires Screech ]
- Jesus!
Sorry.
Didn't they tell ya that?
You're to be my date,
not my minicab driver.
- [Horn Honks ]
- What does your date do?
He looks after me, you dingbat.
There's men who want to see me.
- What if he don't?
- He pretends.
How do you pretend?
- Christ! Who sent you?
- Does it matter?
- You're the tom, darling.
-Just shut up and drive, would you?
Oh, can I have
I'm sitting here,
all right?
Hey, did you hear me?
Are you serving here or just
wearing in a new pair of shoes?
Oi!
Want a drink? They don't seem
to serve you here.
I've done it wrong again,
haven't I?
Okay, I got it wrong.
That's-- Oof!
What do you expect?
I'm not used to working
in piss holes like this.
[Stereo:
Orchestra ]- That was quick.
- you were asleep.
- Was I?
- How was he?
- I beg your pardon.
- How was the Arab?
- None of your business.
Huh. All right.
Where to?
King's Cross.
[ Women Laughing]
[ Hookers Chattering ]
Hello.
Like a chocolate sandwich?
[Woman Laughing]
- Goddamn market, isn't it?
- Shut up.
Drive on, please.
[Woman ]
Hey, don't go, mate!
- And now?
- you leave me here.
Good night then.
you have to get yourself
some clothes.
Why would I have to get myself
some clothes?
If you're to drive me.
Here. Use this.
- I'm not having you paying me.
- Why not?
- you don't even like me.
- I can claim it.
Good night.
- Is this real?
- Aye, of course.
- Got a present for ya.
- All right.
- Is it good? Yeah?
- It's brilliant. Aye.
- Somebody's murdering
opera singers, right?
- Right.
they'll leave a Percheron.
- What's a Percheron?
- A kind of horse.
Isn't it-- you mean like a white horse
that pulls a milk cart?
- Aye, that kind of thing.
- All right.
- And?
- Well, then it gets complicated.
- It might just spoil it for you.
- Oh.
[ Laughing, Chattering ]
Christ.
What do you think?
Jesus.
- you don't like 'em?
- Do you?
- Well, I bought them, didn't I?
- you bought them, all right.
Ah, f***. Here.
Here's your change.
Not here.
For Jesus' sake!
You're as much cover
as a pair efficient tights.
I may as well be wearing
a sign around my neck.
All you're missing
is the gold medallion.
- you don't like them either.
- F***ing hate them.
Right.
See, I'm cheap. I can't help it.
God made me that way.
Being cheap
is one thing.
Looking cheap is another.
Some women are whores.
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