Blood Car (2007)

Katie Orr: Denise

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• Denise : Put a taco in my mouth and your dick in my ass.

  Archie Andrews : What kind of tacos do you want?

• Denise : Thanks, Poncho Villa. After you get that, why don't you bring us a couple of margaritas and two shots of tequila?

• Archie Andrews : Why can't I just take you home?

  Denise : Uh-uh. I'm sick of stalkers. Goddamn sick of them. And if I don't let you buy me food and stick your tongue in my ass, you'll be in the bushes with the rest of them. Crying and whacking off every time you get two beers in you. Shit, you'd probably write poetry.

  Archie Andrews : I'm not like that.

  Denise : Yeah, right, sissy. I bet you writer sonnets and all that shit.

  Archie Andrews : No. I mean I'm not a stalker.

  Denise : Well, you're not actually a stalker until you stalk somebody. So why don't you think about that when you go home and write haikus about my box?

• Archie Andrews : Listen, Denise, it is a school night for me. I shouldn't get too many drinks in me.

  Denise : Well, it's a meat stand night for me, and you don't hear me whining. What, you're in school?

  Archie Andrews : I'm a teacher. Elementary school.

  Denise : Ugh, you teach children? They give me the creeps I never really liked them.

  Archie Andrews : No, they're nice.

• Denise : Come on. Batter up there, Professor.

  Archie Andrews : No, I shouldn't.

  Denise : Come on. You can't fuck in the bathroom of a Mexican restaurant sober. So kill that shot and cannonball that 'rita. Come on. Drinky, drinky. I got to piss.

• Denise : Whoa. Could have hit the showers before coming out. No big deal. Just clean up a little. You working on the car or something? Rough day? Me too. Want some barbecue?

  Archie Andrews : Barbecue?

  Denise : I love eating barbecue after a bad day. No place on Earth filled with more sad, depressed, fat-necked fuckers than a barbecue joint. Look at them. Pathetic. Rib-eating motherfuckers.

• Lorraine : It works, Archie! You got it to work?

  Archie Andrews : More wheatgrass, Lorraine.

  Lorraine : Absolutely! What did you do?

  Archie Andrews : Blood, sweat, and tears, Lorraine. That's all it takes.

  Lorraine : This is amazing. I am so happy for you.

  Denise : Is this yours?

  Archie Andrews : Yeah, that's mine.

  Denise : What, did you win the fucking lottery or something?

  Archie Andrews : Not literally.

  Denise : Your boyfriend can afford gas, Lorraine. That's quite a catch.

  Archie Andrews : I'm not her boyfriend.

  Denise : No? Gosh, I'd give anything to ride in a car.

  Archie Andrews : Uh, sure, I can give you a ride.

  Denise : What's your name?

  Archie Andrews : Archie.

  Denise : I'm Denise. I love riding in cars.

  Lorraine : What about the meat stand?

  Denise : Meat sells itself, Lorraine. I want to ride in a fucking car.