Sex, Lies, and Videotape

I gotta go. I gotta go to the office.
I gotta get back to the office.

I only get one today? Gee, how ex citing.
I already skipped one meeting.
I gotta get back.

Look, John, if you wanna leave, leave.
My life doesn't revolve around these
little get-togethers. Don't flatter yourself.

Don't feel like you gotta treat me with
kid gloves. Tell me how you really feel.

Listen, I got a friend comin' into town,
an old friend I haven't seen in years.

From what I can tell,
I think he's a little lost.

I think I may have
to spend a little time with him.

Meaning we'll have to cool it for a while?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I wish you'd quit
that bartending job of yours.

I hate the thought
of all those guys hittin' on you.

I can handle it.
I'm sure.
Besides, the money is good,
and some of the guys are cute.

And you are in no position to be jealous.
Who said I was jealous?
I did.
You know, I'd like to do it
at your house sometime.

I must admit, the idea of doin' it in my
sister's bed gives me a perverse thrill.

I wish I could just come right out
and tell everyone Ann's a lousy lay.

The beautiful, the popular
Ann Bishop Millaney.