Griffin Dunne: Paul Hackett

After Hours

Paul Hackett

[Paul has no money for a subway token]
Paul Hackett: Couldn't you just give me one token, please?
Subway Attendant: I can't do that. I may lose my job.
[Paul looks around and sees no one else in the station]
Paul Hackett: Well, who would know... exactly?
Subway Attendant: I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone... who knows?

Marcy: My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you?
Paul Hackett: "The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah, I've seen it.
Marcy: Well, when we made love, whenever he - you know, when he came, he would just - scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!"
Paul Hackett: Wow.
Marcy: I know. Instead of moaning or saying, "Oh, God" or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.

Paul Hackett: [on his knees, screaming to the heavens] What do you want from me? What have I done? I'm just a word processor, for Christ sake!

Paul Hackett: So, how 'bout that joint?
Marcy: Yeah. Good idea.
[Marcy gives Paul a joint]
Paul Hackett: What type of pot is this?
Marcy: It's Colombian.
Paul Hackett: That's a lie.
Marcy: What?
Paul Hackett: This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot.
Marcy: That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was.
Paul Hackett: Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you. That's shit.
Marcy: Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore.
Paul Hackett: That's horse shit.
Marcy: Are you alright?
Paul Hackett: Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here for in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now!
Marcy: What's the matter?
Paul Hackett: I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up.
Marcy: Right now?
Paul Hackett: Yes, right now!
Marcy: They're in Kiki's bedroom.
Paul Hackett: Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have *anything* to hold them down with!
Marcy: Fine.

Horst: That was rude of you, before, Paul. You really ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Paul Hackett: I don't know what could have come over me.
Horst: Lack of discipline.
Paul Hackett: Possibly.

June: Why are you doing this?
Paul Hackett: What?
June: You flirt with me. You share your cigarette with me. You dance with me. You're nice to me. Why are doing this?
Paul Hackett: I want - to live.
Club Berlin Bartender: Okay, sorry folks, we're closin' up.
Paul Hackett: I just...
Club Berlin Bartender: Time to go home.
Paul Hackett: Want to live. Live.
June: Come downstairs with me, Paul. Come on.

Paul Hackett: You wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight. You just, wouldn't believe it.
Gail: Oh, I'm a ice cream vendor - Mr. Softee.
Paul Hackett: What? I - you misunderstood me. I didn't ask what you did for a living. I said, you wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight.
Gail: It's not boring. And I have my own Mr. Softee truck. It's not - it's not boring.

Paul Hackett: Could we have the check?
Waiter: It's on the house.
Paul Hackett: Really?
Waiter: Sure. What the hell. Different rules apply when it get's this late. You know what I mean? It's like after hours.

Tom the Bartender: How about a drink? You look like you could use one.
Paul Hackett: You don't happen to have any powerful aphrodisiacs back there, do you?
Tom the Bartender: She won't put out, huh?
Paul Hackett: No, it's not for her. It's for me. I seem to have gotten myself involved with one of your cocktail waitresses.
Tom the Bartender: Miss Bee Hive 1965.
Paul Hackett: Yes. Don't even ask me how.
Tom the Bartender: So, take off. What's she gonna do? Kill herself?

Paul Hackett: Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?
Marcy: I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there off the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made any noise, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours.
Paul Hackett: My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy?
Marcy: No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are.

Paul Hackett: Wow, I'm sorry. I guess I'm really puttin' you through the mill tonight, huh?
Marcy: It's okay, I'm used to it.

Paul Hackett: Would you just give me a break? I really just want to go home.
Subway Attendant: I'm sorry. I can't do that. I could lose my job.
Paul Hackett: Well, who would - who would know exactly?
Subway Attendant: I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone, who knows?
Paul Hackett: Would you just give me a god damn token!
Subway Attendant: No, god damn it! I cannot give you a token. Those tokens are a dollar and a half. I can't sell them for 97 cents. We lose money that way.
Paul Hackett: Alright, there's a train! There's a train! Come on, give me a token! Come on!

[Paul is trying to get into a nightclub]
Club Berlin Bouncer: Got any money?
Paul Hackett: Yes I got money. Is that what this is all about, you want money? Why didn't you ask for that in the first place man. Here, it's all I got.
[gives the Bouncer a quarter]
Club Berlin Bouncer: I'll take your money 'cos I don't want you to feel you left anything untried. Now, you keep the quarter...
[gives Paul his quarter back]
Club Berlin Bouncer: ...but you still have to wait a few minutes.

Paul Hackett: Can I ask you something? I've wanted to ask you this all night. Who's Franklin?
Marcy: Franklin? Franklin is my husband.
Paul Hackett: Really? Is that - his loft, then?
Marcy: He owns it yes.
Paul Hackett: Well, do you live with him?
Marcy: No, he's in Turkey. Look, I stayed with my husband for three days. I was very young when I got married.

Paul Hackett: Why doesn't he have to wait a few minutes?
Club Berlin Bouncer: Tonight is mohawk night. If you had a mohawk, you could go in.
Paul Hackett: [laughs] Oh, come on! We're both adults! Why don't you just let me in?
Club Berlin Bouncer: Do you really want to go inside?