The Pick-up Artist Page #4

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- I'll have your rent on Friday.

- You said that last week.

Could I possibly squeeze by?

I'm running late.

I don't care. You're running late with me

and I'm gonna get tough - legal tough.

- The same thing happens every month.

- It's frustrating.

- For me.

- Me too. I hate being late.

That's what I'm telling you. Lateness is time,

time is money, money is life.

- Change your habits.

- I like your mind, George. Do you write?

Yeah, bills. It's for your own good I'm leaning

on you, so just remember money is life.

You're right. Absolutely right.

Wow, that's a phenomenal smile. Has anyone

ever said you look like a Picasso painting?

- Not exactly.

- Why? Are you an artist yourself?

No, but I have posed for artists.

- Really? Scintillating. What's your name?

- Mona.

Great name - like Henry Miller's girlfriend

in Tropic of Cancer.

In Paris in the '20s, everybody got off.

Two people would be walking,

they'd connect eyes,

then boom, they'd go berserk on each other.

That's two 50-to-one shots you're betting.

- How are you, Bruce?

- Healthier than those two horses.

I need long shots. I need a lot of money fast.

- Is Flash in trouble again?

- Like everybody else.

- What do you do?

- I'm studying to be a priest.

No sh*t! I was just reading an article about the

shortage of priests, especially female priests.

- It's gonna get a lot better.

- I hope so. Can I ask a personal question?

Before you take your vows, do you need to

cleanse your system of your fantasies and...

Go with them? Yeah. Yeah, I do.

I have a tremendous need for that.

Will you permit me

to make a bold suggestion?

I wish I could. That's my bus.

Mona! Does the convent

have a phone number?

Bless you.

How about I cook you dinner tonight?

- What time is the race?

- You don't know what you're missing.

- 3:
30.

- See you, Bruce.

Randy.

- Hey, Jack.

- Hi, Harry.

- Hold these for collateral.

- Yeah, go. Run, run.

This bud's for you. My name's Jack Jericho.

That rose goes magnificently with your

pale skin, dark eyes, pink lips and red hair.

Did anyone tell you you've the face

of a Botticelli and body of a Degas?

Yeah, my tenth-grade art teacher.

- You want to see something strange?

- Need you ask?

Holy sh*t! Is this an omen or is this an omen?

- It's weird.

- This whole thing is a mysterious omen.

- It's weird.

- May I ask you a question?

As long as it's personal.

- Great answer.

- What's the question?

I recognize the Botticelli, but what

are these books on gambling doing here?

For a friend.

May I ask you another question? What

do you think of a stranger giving you a rose?

With that opening,

there's nowhere to go but down.

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