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BELLMAN:

...And here is the key to the mini-

bar. Room and tax has been picked up

by Cardiff Giant, as well as one

fifty in incidentals.

RICKY:

What's 'incidentals?'

BELLMAN:

Phone, room service, mini-bar. Any

additional expense. If you need

anything you can push the button

marked 'Concierge', and they'll be

able to help you.

BOBBY:

Thanks.

He hands the bellman a tip. He then pulls out a card key and

beckons Ricky.

Bobby dials phone.

BELLMAN:

Now, Mr. Slade, you're in room 315.

RICKY:

Just give me the key. I'm gonna stay

here.

BELLMAN:

Yes, sir.

RICKY:

Is it a good room?

BELLMAN:

I can take you down there.

RICKY:

Just tell me. Wait, here... Do you

have change of a hundred?

BELLMAN:

Not on me, sir.

RICKY:

Here. Take it. Bring me back eighty.

BELLMAN:

Are you sure?

RICKY:

Yeah. Take it.

BELLMAN:

Thank you very much, sir.

RICKY:

So?

BELLMAN:

What, sir?

RICKY:

Is it the good room?

BELLMAN:

All the suites are about the same.

RICKY:

Come on. Just tell me. It'll save

all the trouble of you showing me

all the rooms.

BELLMAN:

Honestly, the suites are all about

the same.

RICKY:

What if I gave you forty?

BELLMAN:

It's as good a suite as we have,

unless you want two bedrooms.

RICKY:

No. That's cool. Bring me back eighty.

BELLMAN:

Thank you, sir.

RICKY:

Where's the place to go tonight?

BELLMAN:

As far as...?

RICKY:

Nightlife. Where's the hot ass?

BELLMAN:

Women?

RICKY:

Yeah 'women.' If I was a fag I could

get laid in a subway.

BELLMAN:

I don't know, Forum's pretty hot

tonight. It might be hard to get in,

though.

RICKY:

Don't worry about me getting in.

Just tell me where it is.

BELLMAN:

It's on West Broadway.

RICKY:

See you later.

BOBBY:

Yeah, take care.

BELLMAN:

Thanks again. I'll bring up your

change.

The bellman leaves.

BOBBY:

Hi girls, It's Bobby. I'm here safe

and sound. I'm just calling to say I

love you. I'd leave my number, but

you know you can't call me here, so

I'll try you later. Uncle Ricky wants

to say hi...

(he won't)

He says hi. Be home soon. Love you.

Bye bye.

(hangs up)

Why don't you want to say hi? She

likes you.

Ricky dials the phone.

BOBBY:

Who you calling?

RICKY:

Shhh... Hello, room service?

BOBBY:

C'mon, man...

RICKY:

Yeah, bring up two burgers and a

couple of Heinekens. I'm in room...

How'd you know? Oh. Yeah. How long?

Cool.

BOBBY:

How much is it?

RICKY:

How much? Okay. Make it fifteen

minutes and you can add on a ten

dollar tip. Bye.

BOBBY:

How much was it?

RICKY:

Forty-six.

BOBBY:

Jesus, man. Plus ten?

RICKY:

Yeah, I guess.

BOBBY:

Great. On my f***ing room.

RICKY:

Relax. You got one-fifty. You heard

the guy.

BOBBY:

Ricky, who knows how long we're gonna

have to be here. We gotta make it

last.

RICKY:

Fine. I'll put it on my room. Okay?

BOBBY:

Don't worry about it. Just be smart.

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