Jane: I know you're following me, little man. Tony: You're a goddamn junkie, ain't you? Jane:
Junk-ette. Fact, I used to dance in The Junk-ettes.
Tony: My brother was a goddamn junkie. Jane: So, is he no longer with us? Tony: No. He's in the big junkyard in heaven. Jane: That's pretty funny. Tony: Tell him Tony says hey when you get there. Jane: [catches Tony staring at her] What? Tony: Remember when you asked why you? Jane: Hmm? Tony: Why I followed you out of the hospital? Jane: Oh, yeah. Tony: I thought you were an angel. I saw you out of the window. I thought you were an angel. Jane: [after Tony has tied Jane to a chair] Tony, why are you doing this? Tony: You asked me to. Jane: No, I mean why are you looking after me? Tony: Somebody's gotta. Jane: Yeah, but why you? Tony: I ain't got nothing better to do. [points to her TV] Tony: Does this thing work? Jane: A little. Jane: [stares at Tony] My guardian angel. Jane: Tony, how'd you get it? Tony: What? I don't know. Jane: Well, you must know. Tony: No. Jane: Well, you never did drugs, right? Was it a blood transfusion? Did you ever street hustle? Tony: No! Jane: Look, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Tony: Well, maybe not for you! You're not ashamed of nothing! Jane: Is that what happened? Tony: No! Just shut up about it! Jane: Okay, okay. I'm sorry, okay? Look, I won't mention it again. Tony, I'm sorry. Tony: My dad... Jane: What? Tony: My dad gave it to me. Jane: Your dad? Tony: Yeah. Gave it to me and he gave it to my mom. Get it now? My mom, she never drowned. She died from the same fucking thing I'm gonna die from. Jane: [shaking him] Tell me what's wrong with you! What is it? Is it cancer or something? Goddammit, Tony, tell me what it is! Tony: [quietly] AIDS. Jane: [quickly lets go of him] Oh, Jesus! Tony: No, don't worry. You can't get it from touching me. Jane: I'm not afraid of getting it. Tony: Sure... Jane: I already got it, you stupid kid. Tony: What?
Jane: Yeah. But evidently, you got it a whole lot worse. Tony: [about going back to the hospital] I'm gonna die in there! Don't make die in there! I want to die with you! Jane: What? C'mon why? Huh? Why? Tony: 'Cause I love you. Jane: You don't even know me. How can you love me? Tony: I don't know. I love you. Jane: It's okay. I'm just gonna wash your hair. Tony: [embarrassed that Jane is watching him take a bath] I'll wash my own hair. Jane: C'mon, let me. I used to be a hairdresser once. Tony: Yeah? Jane: Yeah. Tony: So, you didn't always do nasty stuff for a job? Jane: No, not always. Tony: That's good. That stuff's like underneath you, you know? Jane: Thank you. Tony: Don't mention it. Tony: You remember when you said why you? Jane: Yeah. Tony: I thought you were an angel.