- Truck-driver: You see, this is what matters. Move your hand. Slowly. Not so fast. Up and down. Slowly at first, then a little faster. I can feel it. It's getting warm. It's getting harder. It's filling up. Now the heat comes - inside and out. Slowly. It's gonna get real big and burst its skin. You obey, but you're afraid. You think it's wrong. Stroke it faster. Faster. Keep going. You can feel it coming. Go on. Go on. Slowly. That's right, up and down.
- [Groans]
- Truck-driver: It came in little waves. I'm gonna put my head on the steering wheel.
- Julie: When I looked up suddenly... there were people walking in the street. I spilled all the sugar on the letters on the floor... and lay down again... and waited. I waited some more for it to pass or for something to happen - for me to believe in God or for you to send gloves for the cold.
- Julie: I got up and looked at myself. I took off my sweater to get a better view. After that, I stripped and looked at myself.
- Julie: I remained motionless, naked, so that other passers-by could look at me. Few people walked by, and then no one at all and night fell. I got dressed.
- [first lines]
- Julie: And so I left. A tiny white room - on the ground floor - as narrow as a corridor - where I lie, motionless - and alert - on my mattress. The first day I painted the furniture blue.
- Truck-driver: Now I'm a truck driver. Now and then I pick up girls on the road. But I know that there's no tomorrow, no nothing. Just the moment. So I ask them and if they say okay, we do it back there on the bunk. It's nothing. It's not starting a family or supporting one. It's just about getting laid. A screw and that's all.
- Truck-driver: When I drive like this for hours on end, there's nothing. Just telephone poles and the hum of the engine. It's funny, 'cause I start to daydream. And when I do, my dick stands up. Sometimes I don't even realize it. Sometimes I help it along by thinking of certain stuff. For example, a woman's pussy, nice and wet, her legs wide open. Or a woman crying. A woman crying in a corner. A woman crying -- works every time.
- Truck-driver: I met my wife out in the country. I was walking down the road. I was pissed off 'cause I was lost. I see her speed by me. So I yelled to her. It was wintertime. November, I think. I stop her and ask her directions. I was 18, and she was very young, just like you. I looked at her. I wanted to undress her, but she preferred to do it herself. We did it right there on the spot. It was nice. We did it a lot after that.
- Truck-driver: My daughter, when we eat dinner, she's in her nightgown. I slapped her bottom once and told her, "Go get dressed. Show some respect for your father." Because she turns me on, you know. She's quite a dish, small as she is, and just 11.
- Truck-driver: She got pregnant and had a kid. I had to find another job, any stupid shift for more money. After that I had less time. All my energy went into my work. I was dead tired, and when I got home, there she was with her big tits and belly. Saturdays and Sundays we'd screw. But it wasn't the same, and then the kid arrived. I didn't want her as much, and she didn't want me as much. It's strange. It's as if the kid stopped us from screwing. Or maybe I was just too tired and overworked. And she had the baby to take care of. So now and then we'd fulfill our marital duty. It's really strange, but it felt the same as bringing home the bacon or bouncing the kid on my knees.