- Jackie: [at fetish club] Oh! Look at them. These people are disgusting.
- Belle: Most people see sex as a bit of fun. You need to loosen up a bit.
- Jackie: I do not need to loosen up. You need tightening up. Does Mom know how much you masturbate?
- Belle: Does Mom know that you've left Patrick?
- Jackie: Agh.
- [impatiently:]
- Jackie: Hannah, can we leave, please? I need to wee and I couldn't fit my hand sanitizer into this stupid handbag, and I'm not getting an STD from one of these freaks, thank you very much.
- Belle: When was the last time you had sex?
- Jackie: What?
- Belle: A couple of months?
- Jackie: Yes. A couple of months.
- Belle: How many?
- Jackie: Six. Or... eleven.
- Belle: Jackie, that's really serious.
- Jackie: Oh! Ugh!
- [a rubber-clad man is sniffing at her feet, licking]
- Jackie: I want to leave and I want to leave now!
- Belle: [to the viewer] You wear open-toed shoes, you're gonna get licked.
- [smiling at the guy]
- Stephanie: [mean madam, strapped to X-frame, her secret discovered by Belle, but talking down as if it's a normal conversation] Well, well, well, business or pleasure?
- Belle: [incredulous] Pleasure? You?
- Stephanie: Bit of both. How is business?
- Belle: Yeah, yeah. Busy. Regulars keep me in shoes.
- Stephanie: I meant the writing work. You are a writer now, aren't you?
- Belle: [feigning innocence] I... I don't know what you're talking about.
- Stephanie: I know it was you who wrote that filthy little book. I wanna know why you said I've been ripping off girls for years.
- Belle: Well, you have, it's hardly slander.
- Stephanie: You called me 'as sexy as a smear test.'
- Belle: [laughs] Yeah. I'm real pleased with that one.
- Stephanie: It's cheap, Belle. A cheap joke by a cheap whore.
- Belle: Oh, really? I seem to remember you described me as 'deluxe' on your website.
- Jackie: [referring to the fetish club] I don't think any of the people last night were happy.
- Belle: Hm-mm?
- Jackie: I mean, they were nice people, but the way they live their lives... Ooh, look at me, I've got a bolt through my winkle, I've never had a normal relationship...
- Belle: Mmm. Your relationship with Patrick is going just perfect, isn't it?
- Jackie: [slowly swiping her fringe away from her eyes] What's that supposed to mean?
- Belle: Forget it.
- Jackie: C'mon.
- Belle: No, there's no point.
- Jackie: Hannah, I want to know what you think you know.
- Belle: All right. You treat him like a pet. Not a man. You run him down in front of everyone.
- Jackie: And you're a relationship expert now, are you?
- Belle: You know what, Jackie, let's just leave it, shall we?
- Jackie: No, let's not just leave it. I don't see why you think you're so qualified to dole out advice.
- Belle: I'm not...!
- Jackie: [climbing into her now] Who do you think you are? Your life is going nowhere. Mom and Dad are always talking about how disappointed they are with you, not using your degree, not getting a proper job.
- Belle: Right. And they'd rather have me have a dead-end job in a dead-end marriage in a dead-end town like you,.wouldn't they?
- Jackie: Yes! Because at least then you wouldn't be a secretary whose only chance of getting anywhere is by fucking her way to the top!
- Belle: And what have you ever achieved? A dried-up marriage with some boring man you can't even keep?
- [for that, she gets viciously punched in the face, and reels back, stunned]
- Belle: I can't believe you just hit me!
- [grabs her stuff, rushes out]
- Belle: [first lines, narrating] We all fantasize to escape our ordinary lives.
- [elaborate 1950s boss & secretary scene, in appropriate gear, she is wearing a very cute girlish dress with a wide flouncy skirt]
- Belle: And in my line of work, I am the fantasy.
- [passionate love]
- Belle: Every encounter lingers like a ghost, following me all the way home.
- [she leaves, walking past vintage car, takes off wig, world around her transforms into reality, with modern car]
- Belle: Keeps me company. Someone to share the secret of who I am, and what I've just done.
- [arrives home, enters, hears box dropping, contents clattering]
- Belle: Jackie?
- Jackie: [her older sister staying over has found her sex toys, swaying two realistic ones in her hand] We need to talk.