f you're not gonna go over there and see her, then I'm gonna tell you a story, okay? Now, this is a little raw, but it's all true, so I'm gonna have to ask for your indulgence. My--my first year when I was here, I wasn't exactly what you call one of the elite. I mean, I never would have been invited to a place like this. I actually had a job. I was working my way through school. So I wasn't exactly what you call an innocent, but I

I used to think Clive was the one who liked sex.  But then I found I missed it.  I used to touch myself when I was very little, I thought I’d invented something wonderful.  I used to do it to go to sleep with or to cheer myself up, and one day it was raining and I was under the kitchen table, and my mother saw me with my hand under my dress rubbing away, and she dragged me out so quickly I hit my head and it bled and

I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve. Give not me counsel, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Bring me a father that so loved his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelmed like mine, And bid him speak of patience. Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, And let it answer every strain for strain, As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, In

So, she finally comes to work. Don't tell me good morning, what morning? It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Not that we had a customer. Who has customers when you run a flower shop on Skid Row? Audrey, you better go back there and see what Seymour's... Audrey, where did you get that shiner? Yes, that shiner... Audrey, that greasy boyfriend of yours - he's been beating on you again? Look, I know it's none of my business, but I'm beginning to think he's maybe not such a nice boy...