:50:01
He's got a head injury.
:50:03
Looks like a mugging.
:50:04
His name is Dog something.
:50:05
Okay, we're going to send him
down to East Village Memorial.
:50:08
Yeah. Over.
:50:15
Look out, baby
:50:19
Look out, baby...
:50:23
Farsi fucked me at 4:00 a.m.
:50:26
on the Ponte Vecchio
in Florence.
:50:28
I said to him,
"I'm an old worn leather bag.
:50:31
Don't belittle yourself."
:50:33
He said, "I want to, Jessica.
:50:35
You are the most beautiful
woman in the world."
:50:38
Total bullshit
and I fell for it.
:50:41
Nureyev?
:50:44
I couldn't ever
get him to try it.
:50:47
I got him drunk, cut my hair
:50:50
wore a tuxedo.
Nothing.
:50:53
I would have strapped one on
for him.
:50:55
That's how deeply I felt.
:50:57
Who else?
:50:59
Oh, yes.
:51:00
Mr. B loved women.
:51:02
He was an alchemist
in the bedroom.
:51:05
Alvin? Fast and furious,
like he was.
:51:12
I envy that you managed to
inherit your father's eyes...
:51:18
...whoever he was.
:51:21
My God, you are beautiful,
Rebecca.
:51:26
And you can out-dance
the fucking archangels
:51:31
but why won't you live?
:51:34
Oh, my God.
:51:37
How ugly my hands have gotten.
:51:41
Scaly and reptilian.
:51:43
Graceful, yes, but...
:51:45
like ostrich boots.
:51:54
And yours are alabaster.
:51:58
Smooth... and perfect.