Benjamin Hoffman:
No naked strange pale girl found in my bed on summer morning.
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Benjamin Hoffman:
Put on lots of perfume, Ms Smith, everywhere. I like it!
Benjamin Hoffman:
I'll be in bed should you be searching for me, Ms Smith.
Benjamin Hoffman:
Night thoughts, Saturday, October the 3rd. Every girl is a flower garden with a compost heap at the bottom. And many a noble man has had to drown his dwarf wife in a zinc bath or strangle an idiot girl on a muddy common in order to draw attention to himself. Reality betrays us all.
Benjamin Hoffman:
Reality betrays us, Ms Smith!
[Miss Smith is in the bathroom next to the bedroom where Mr Hoffman lays in bed]
Benjamin Hoffman:
Ms Smith. Take a letter.
Miss Janet Smith:
What?
Benjamin Hoffman:
Take a letter Ms Smith.
Miss Janet Smith:
[comes out of the bathroom] Now?
Benjamin Hoffman:
Yes, now! To Miss Janet Smith, care of this address. Dear Miss Smith, go to bed. Your sincerely. Mr Benjamin Hoffman.
Benjamin Hoffman:
Please make yourself look as if you want to be fertilized.
Miss Janet Smith:
What you're doing to me is atrocious. It's the filthiest thing I've ever heard of.
Benjamin Hoffman:
Yes, I am filthy, yes, but there's no escaping one's fate.
Benjamin Hoffman:
Miss Smith, you are here to be two arms, two legs, a face, and what fits in the middle.
Benjamin Hoffman:
There are two people in all of us - the child in the snapshot and the monster the child grows into.
Miss Janet Smith:
What's wrong with the old place?
Benjamin Hoffman:
Oh, well, you know - treacheries, miseries, failure, despair.
Miss Janet Smith:
Are you hungry?
Benjamin Hoffman:
Women are always hungry for something. Fallopian tubes with teeth.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
