The content of this page was created by users. It has not been screened or verified by IMDb staff.
[about a bum on a park bench
: Every time I see one of those old guys, I always think the same thing. Mark
: What do you think? Ann
: I always think that he was once somebody's baby boy. Really, I do. I think he was once somebody's baby boy, and he had a mother and a father who loved him, and now there he is, half dead on a park bench, and where are his mother or his father, all his uncles now?
: This conversation is over.
: Does it bother you? Ann
: What? Mark
: Walking around in circles.
: Well, I want to go over to my place and start, you know, getting it on... Ann
: Oh, that's terrible. Mark
: Yeah. Do you ever, uh... ballet? Ann
: Be thankful. Do you have a quarter for them? Mark
: Yes, I do. Ann
: [gives it to street band
: What about me? Mark
: You'll see. Ann
: A lot of fun you are. You're supposed to tease me, give hints, make me guess, you know.
: I can't stand it. I can't stand it any more.