Harry: [Harry picked up Dawn at a miniature golf course and is closing the deal in a cheap hotel room] We didn't discuss your price.
Dawn Wetherby: [with false confidence] Oh, the usual.
Harry: The usual? Now what's that?
Dawn Wetherby: Ten-uh-Twenty dollars.
Harry: [gets out money] Twenty dollars for twenty minutes?
Harry: [Dawn smiles innocently as he hands her the money. She tucks it in her breast pocket]
[Harry is Puzzled]
Harry: How long you been at this?
Dawn Wetherby: Not too long.
Harry: [sighs] Nobody tell you not to stick the money in your pockets? The pros always hide the money from the customer, honey. In the shoe.
Dawn Wetherby: Oh, I guess I forgot.
Harry: [wearily] I guess. How old are you anyway?
Dawn Wetherby: Fif-Eighteen.
Harry: It's Crazy! Hollywood's crawling with hookers, and I wind up with an amateur.