:39:02
This isn't your first time, is it?
:39:08
-What?
-What?
:39:10
Are you serious?
:39:12
Jones, my God.
What do you think this is?
:39:16
-Nothing. I mean--
-God, exactly. You know what?
:39:20
You can't do this with me.
Not like this. I mean....
:39:24
You're really sweet
and everything, but my God...
:39:26
-...how old are you anyway?
-Seventeen.
:39:29
Seventeen? My God, what am I doing?
You know what, Jones?
:39:33
-You need to fall in love first.
-Love?
:39:37
Yes, love.
Seventeen-year-olds can fall in love.
:39:40
By the time I was 1 7,
I'd already loved three or four boys.
:39:44
-Like really, truly, loved them.
-You're right.
:39:47
-Of course I'm right.
-Trust me. You don't want to do this.
:39:51
-You're right.
-You think you do, but--
:39:54
-What did you say?
-I said, you're right.
:39:57
-Right about what?
-About this, about us.
:40:00
-I don't want to, like you said.
-What?
:40:09
Okay, the show's oVer.
I'm through being an audience.
:40:11
Just looking on and listening. I want
someone who's more than words...
:40:15
...because if I'Ve learned anything
so far, it's this: Talk is cheap, partner.
:40:19
So you say it's a party you want, huh?
Hell, woman, I'll show you a party.
:40:25
What did I say about coming down
and celebrating?
:40:27
Damn it, I got dishes at home
that need washing.
:40:30
You done crossed me for the last time.
Speak up, damn it! I'm talking to you!
:40:44
Oh, dear God, help me.
:40:46
It's Jones Dillon, coming to kill me.
:40:50
Please, Dillon.
I wasn't gonna hurt her. Honest.
:40:55
You'd best say goodbye to them
buttons, you no-arm son of a bitch.