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Travis: Are you really twelve and a half?
Iris: Listen mister, it's your time. Fifteen minutes ain't long. When that cigarette burns out, your time is up. [Iris sits on the edge of the sofa and begins undressing]
Travis: How old are you? You won't tell me? What's your name?
Iris: Easy.
Travis: That's not any kind of name.
Iris: That's easy to remember.
Travis: Yeah, but what's your real name?
Iris: I don't like my real name.
Travis: Now what's your real name?
Iris: Iris.
Travis: Well, what's wrong with that? That's a nice name.
Iris: Huh! That's what you think. [Iris begins to remove her top]
Travis: No, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't you remember me? Remember when you got into a taxi, it was a checkered taxi. You got in and that that guy Matthew came by and he said he wanted to take you away. He pulled you away.
Iris: I don't remember that.
Travis: You don't remember any of that?
Iris: No.
Travis: Well. that's all right. I'm gonna get you out of here.
Iris: So we'd better make it or Sport will get mad. So how do you want to make it?
Travis: I don't want to make it. Who's Sport?
Iris: Oh that's Matthew. I call him Sport. [She stands up and begins unbuckling the belt on his pants] You want to make it like this?
Travis: Listen, uh, listen, hey, can I tell you somethin'. But you're the one that came into my cab. You're the one that wanted to get out of here.
Iris: Well, I must have been stoned.
Travis: Why, what do you mean? Do they drug you?
Iris: Oh come off it, man.
Travis: [Iris continues to try to unzip his fly] What are you doin'?
Iris: Don't you want to make it?
Travis: No, I don't want to make it. I want to help you.
Iris: Well, I could help you. [Iris reaches for his pants again, but he pushes her back onto the sofa]
Travis: Damn, man. Goddamn it. Shit, man. What the hell's the matter with you?
Iris: Mister, you don't have to make it mister.
Travis: Goddamn it. Don't you want to get out of here? Can't you understand why I came here?
Iris: I think I understand, uh. I tried to get into your cab one night and you want to come and take me away. Is that it?
Travis: Yeah, but don't you want to go?
Iris: I can leave anytime I want to.
Travis: Well then, what about that one night?
Iris: Look, I was stoned. That's why they stopped me. 'Cause when I'm not stoned, I got no place else to go. So they just, uh, protect me from myself.
Travis: Well, I don't know. I don't know. OK, I tried.
Iris: I understand, and it means somethin', really.
Travis: Oh look, can I see you again?
Iris: Ha, ha, that's not hard to do.
Travis: No, I don't mean like that. I mean, you know, regularly. This is nothing for a person to do.
Iris: All right. How about breakfast tomorrow?
Travis: Tomorrow when?
Iris: I get up at about one o'clock.
Travis: So long, Iris. See you tomorrow. Sweet Iris.

Travis : Are you really twelve and a half? Iris : Listen mister, it's your time. Fifteen minutes ain't long. When that cigarette burns out, your time is up. [Iris sits on the edge of the sofa and begins undressing] Travis : How old are you? You won't tell me? What's your name? Iris : Easy. Travis : That's not any kind of name. Iris : That's easy to remember. Travis : Yeah, but what's your real name? Iris : I don't like my real name. Travis : Now what's your real name? Iris : Iris. Travis : Well, what's wrong with that? That's a nice name. Iris : Huh! That's what you think. [Iris begins to remove her top] Travis : No, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't you remember me? Remember when you got into a taxi, it was a checkered taxi. You got in and that that guy Matthew came by and he said he wanted to take you away. He pulled you away. Iris : I don't remember that. Travis : You don't remember any of that? Iris : No. Travis : Well. that's all right. I'm gonna get you out of here. Iris : So we'd better make it or Sport will get mad. So how do you want to make it? Travis : I don't want to make it. Who's Sport? Iris : Oh that's Matthew. I call him Sport. [She stands up and begins unbuckling the belt on his pants] You want to make it like this? Travis : Listen, uh, listen, hey, can I tell you somethin'. But you're the one that came into my cab. You're the one that wanted to get out of here. Iris : Well, I must have been stoned. Travis : Why, what do you mean? Do they drug you? Iris : Oh come off it, man. Travis : [Iris continues to try to unzip his fly] What are you doin'? Iris : Don't you want to make it? Travis : No, I don't want to make it. I want to help you. Iris : Well, I could help you. [Iris reaches for his pants again, but he pushes her back onto the sofa] Travis : Damn, man. Goddamn it. Shit, man. What the hell's the matter with you? Iris : Mister, you don't have to make it mister. Travis : Goddamn it. Don't you want to get out of here? Can't you understand why I came here? Iris : I think I understand, uh. I tried to get into your cab one night and you want to come and take me away. Is that it? Travis : Yeah, but don't you want to go? Iris : I can leave anytime I want to. Travis : Well then, what about that one night? Iris : Look, I was stoned. That's why they stopped me. 'Cause when I'm not stoned, I got no place else to go. So they just, uh, protect me from myself. Travis : Well, I don't know. I don't know. OK, I tried. Iris : I understand, and it means somethin', really. Travis : Oh look, can I see you again? Iris : Ha, ha, that's not hard to do. Travis : No, I don't mean like that. I mean, you know, regularly. This is nothing for a person to do. Iris : All right. How about breakfast tomorrow? Travis : Tomorrow when? Iris : I get up at about one o'clock. Travis : So long, Iris. See you tomorrow. Sweet Iris.