Liquid Sky

- Hey, I need some stuff.

- You got any money, baby?

- No, but I'll get some tomorrow.

- Yeah, but I don't wanna think

about it tomorrow.

I'm performing tonight, remember?

- Hey listen--

- no.

- Let's go to your place.

- Right now with you?

- Sure.

- Okay, let's go.

- Do you know where she

keeps the stuff?

- Don't even ask me about that.

- I don't usually f*** girls.

- That's okay, I prefer women to men,

anyway.

- Do you think we can find it?

- Find what?

- We could take just a little.

She wouldn't know.

- Adrian would know.

Besides, I don't know where it is.

- Yes you do.

- F*** you.

Cut it out.

That's enough, I think

you should leave.

If you wanna go to the club and

ask Adrian, go ask her.

- Me.

Me and my.

Me and my rhythm box.

Me and my rhythm box.

Me and my rhythm box.

Are you jealous, folks?

Are you jealous, folks?

Are you jealous, folks?

- Are you gonna take a cab?

- F*** yourself.

- Margaret, Margaret?

We have to get back to the club.

Adrian will be finished singing.

We still have to make up for

the fashion show.

Open the door.

I wanna give you back your dress.

- Okay-

- Margaret?

- Wait for me, I'll go back to

the club with you.

- My rhythm box is sweet,

never forgets a beat.

It never eats, it never shits.

It never sleeps.

It only beats.

It's all cool, it does its rule.

It's always high.

So am I.

Do you wanna know why?

It,

it is,

preprogrammed.

So what?

So what?

So what?

So what?

So what?

So what?

Who's not?

I'll think you and I remember.

- So it's all set, Margaret, we'll

come over tomorrow night.

- You're not supposed to be in here.

- Your roof is great.

And you are even better.

Jimmy, looking forward to seeing

you tomorrow night.

- I don't know.

- Oh come on, we'll have a great time

and get some terrific shots.

There's a chance to get them

published in midnight magazine.

- What kind of

drugs will you have?

- Anything you want.

- All right.

- Me and my,

me and my rhythm box.

Me and my rhythm box.

Me and my rhythm box.

Me and my rhythm box.

- Liquid sky, the

key to heaven,

the milk of paradise.

That's what they used to call it.

- Paul, I don't want you

to do it anymore.

It's dangerous.

- So, see you tomorrow on

Margaret's roof.

And don't stay out all night.

I want you looking fresh

for the shoot.

What, do you wanna look bad?

- I said yes.

- People have been using

opiates for centuries.

Ancient Egypt, Greece, Rome, India,

China,

everybody used it.

Nobody thought it was

destructive or dangerous.

They didn't think it was

immoral to feel euphoric.

- Are you going to come to my

roof tomorrow night?

- I'll decide that tomorrow night.

- All right, listen to me everybody.

Listen up.

They're getting restless, let's

start the show.

- How about in this country at the

turn of the century?

You could buy a heroin

derivative in any drugstore

to cure your ills.

Housewives loved it.

They used it for everything,

like aspirin.

Everybody wants euphoria.

What's wrong with that?

- I am not a housewife at the

turn of the century

and I do not want heroin in my house.

- It's not just for pleasure.

I use it to open my

blocked creativity.

Cocteau wrote great literature

while high on opium.

- Cocteau was cocteau before

he ever did drugs.

- And what's that supposed to mean?

- That it's not gonna help you.

- You b*tch.

You always put me down don't you,

throwing your success in my face.

Well uh, you wanna help me,

hold this for me.

Hold this.

- Say please.

- Please.

- Paul, I did it because I love you.

- You still want some stuff?

- What do you think?

- Found any money, yet?

- No, but I'm gonna get some.

I can pay you tomorrow.

- No money, no stuff, babe.

- I'll have it tomorrow.

- Talk to me tomorrow.

- If you don't give me the stuff,

I'm gonna rat on you.

- He smashed up our place

looking for it.

- Then he doesn't get any

stuff tomorrow, either.

I have enough clients.

Hey Margaret, you wanna

snort some skag?

- Actually, I'd rather have cocaine.

- I hate you, you ugly chicken.

- Well, there's some guy on

the dance floor

offering cocaine to all the chicks.

Why don't you ask him?

- Hi there.

You're a pretty cute chick.

Wanna snort some blow?

- Sure.

- Well, I don't wanna do it here.

- We'll go to my place, it's not far.

Where's the cocaine?

- Did you ever do quaaludes before?

- I've done more quaaludes

than you have aspirin.

They don't excite me.

- These are lemons.

You can't get them all the time.

- Listen, if I want downs, i

can shoot heroin

any time I want.

Where's the cocaine?

- Why don't you just take these now?

- Because I don't want them.

What, are you gonna shove them down

my throat or something?

- You're a model, right?

- Right, where's the cocaine?

- I do soaps, did you ever see me?

- I don't watch soaps.

- My father works for mgm.

He gets me jobs.

My father could help you.

- What are you saying, your

daddy's gonna help me

break into show business?

That's the corniest line I ever heard.

- My father can get you a

job as an actress.

You're pretty enough.

He'd do it if I asked him.

You should be nice to me.

- You just wanna get laid.

You'll say anything to get laid.

Just like everyone else in California.

What, do you have a cock for a brain,

baby?

Don't f*** with me, you a**hole.

Why don't you go f*** your father if

he loves you so much?

- Swallow it!

Swallow it, swallow it.

Come on, swallow it, swallow it!

- What's that supposed to do?

Make me fall apart and spread my legs?

Takes more than two quaaludes

to do that, baby.

Why don't you go home to your mama?

- Big f***ing horse.

Swallow it.

Swallow it, did you swallow that?

Swallow it!

Ow, son of a b*tch!

You b*tch!

You want more?

- Would you get me my flask?

- You want a drink?

- Yeah, please?

- You want a drink?

- Yeah.

- All right.

All right.

Is that better?

- I want my vision to be blurred

so I don't have to look at your face.

- Oh sh*t.

- What I want you to do

is turn around,

go over there and stay put.

- Who are you?

- I live here.

- Are you her girlfriend?

- What difference does it make?

- Just curious.

You like girls better than boys?

- I'm always

curious about people

who have to make those kind of

sexual definitions.

- What do you mean?

- Homosexual, heterosexual,

bisexual.

Whether or not I like

someone doesn't depend

on what kind of genitals they have,

as long as I find them attractive,

don't you think?

- See, I, uh,

I don't want to f*** a man, you know?

I don't.

- Okay, that's your business.

- You like both men and women, then?

- What difference does it make to you?

You're a junkie, you can't

get it up anyway.

- How do you know, hmm?

- Leave her alone.

- Leave me alone.

- Hey-

don't worry, it's a good count.

- I don't have any works.

Can I use yours and do it here?

- I don't wanna watch him.

- I wasn't talking to you.

Your girlfriend, she's very pretty.

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