Jimmie. What are you doing here? I got a hard-on. You were supposed to take care of me....

Cherry Lane: [opens the front door] Jimmie. What are you doing here?
Jimmie: I got a hard-on. You were supposed to take care of me.
Cherry Lane: We were supposed to meet tomorrow night. Did you forget?
Jimmie: I got a hard-on! What do you want me to do? Slam a window on it?
Cherry Lane: I got a guest right now. I can't really talk... you know what I mean.
Jimmie: Does he suck?
Cherry Lane: It ain't a he. It's a she... like me. See?
[Cherry opens the door wider and Jimmie enters and sees Dusty standing in the room]
Jimmie: You've been holding out on me. You didn't tell me about her. You didn't tell me anything about her.
[to Dusty]
Jimmie: Hi. My name is Jimmie.
Dusty Cole: [cynical] Yeah, I gathered as much.
Jimmie: [to Cherry] She ain't too friendly, is she?
Dusty Cole: I am... with gentlemen.
Jimmie: What's that supposed to mean?
Dusty Cole: Take it for what it's worth.
Jimmie: [to Cherry] Hey, I like her.
Cherry Lane: She's my competition.
Jimmie: It ain't the same thing.
Cherry Lane: Says who?