Dr. Sean McNamara: [after wistfully observing her bare back as she slipped on her robe] How are you feeling?
Eden Lord: If I say I feel like crap, will you let me stay here longer? I can't do another porn, Sean.
Dr. Sean McNamara: You don't have to.
[hands her a big manila envelope ]
Dr. Sean McNamara: This is your contract with Penetrate. Tear it up.
Eden Lord: [looks at him in appreciation, then scoffs at the document] Did you steal this?
Dr. Sean McNamara: No. I just talked to Ram, and he feels the same way I do, that you don't belong in that business.
Eden Lord: Oh, Sean. Is that your way of saying you love me like I love you?
Dr. Sean McNamara: It doesn't matter how I feel. This can't happen. No-one would allow it. You're eighteen, I'm old enough to be your father. Our families would hate us, and business would take a dive, we'd be pariahs.
Eden Lord: I don't give a shit about any of that. I don't... I don't care!