Thomas:
Don't let's spoil everything, we've only just met.
Jane:
No, we haven't met. You've never seen me.
Thomas:
[
seeing Verushka, the model, at a party the evening of the day she had just told the photographer that he'd better hurry because she had to catch a plane to Paris] I thought you were supposed to be in Paris.
Verushka:
[
taking a toke of her marijuana cigarette] I *am* in Paris!
Jane:
What are you doing? Stop it! Stop it! Give me those pictures. You can't photograph people like that.
Thomas:
Who says I can't? I'm only doing my job. Some people are bullfighters, some people are politicians. I'm a photographer.
Thomas:
I wish I had tons of money... Then I'd be free.
[
first lines]
Mime:
Give me your money. Do it.
[
last lines]
Ron:
What did you see in that park?
Thomas:
Nothing... Ron.
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