- 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.
- 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.
- 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: [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.