Quit your fancy talk
PHYLLIS
My husband. You were anxious to talk
to him weren't you?
NEFF
Sure, only I'm getting over it a
little. If you know what I mean.
PHYLLIS
There's a speed limit in this state,
Mr. Neff. Forty-five miles an hour.
NEFF
How fast was I going, officer?
PHYLLIS
I'd say about ninety.
NEFF
Suppose you get down off your
motorcycle and give me a ticket.
PHYLLIS
Suppose I let you off with a warning
this time.
NEFF
Suppose it doesn't take.
PHYLLIS
Suppose I have to whack you over the
knuckles.
NEFF
Suppose I bust out crying and put my
head on your shoulder.
PHYLLIS
Suppose you try putting it on my
husband's shoulder.
NEFF
That tears it.
This is a lot of lines but...no one talks like that, I love it
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