:02:44
Come on up!
:02:45
You want it, me too.
I cut my price when it rains.
:02:50
Fine, honey.
Don't force yourself.
:02:56
Not even a look.
As ifwe'd rape them!
:02:59
Can't blame them.
:03:01
Out in the cold,
what's the one thing they want?.
:03:05
To go home.
:03:11
Why do we bother?.
Streetwalking's a dying art.
:03:16
The johns have lost the urge.
:03:18
The desire's gone out of it.
:03:20
Because the mystery's gone.
:03:23
Look at us. Like lamp posts!.
:03:26
We used to sell dreams.
:03:27
Sitting down.
:03:29
In the warmth.
:03:32
In a place of our own.
:03:35
Where did all the johns go?.
:03:39
To their wives.
:03:42
So what are we waiting for?.
:03:46
Do you know any girls like us
who made good?.
:03:50
Who did something with their lives?.
:03:54
Yes. I knew one.
:03:57
Her name was Marion.