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 HENRY<br />
 I really don’t think this is the time or place to do this.
+JOANNE<br />
+What are we doing Henry? Huh? What, are we talking? Oh that’s right, you don’t like to talk. We never do it. That’s why you don’t want to do this.
+HENRY<br />
+I am not wrong in wanting to avoid this topic in a Goddamn Laundromat!
+JOANNE<br />
+Of course you’re not wrong, dear. You’re never wrong.
+HENRY<br />
+Right, right, I’m never wrong. Fuck you I’m never wrong.
+JOANNE<br />
+I am not your mother, Henry . . .
+HENRY<br />
+Damn right, my mother isn’t a moron.
+JOANNE<br />
+I might as well just leave now.
+HENRY<br />
+WELL I’M SURE AS HELL NOT STOPPING YOU... !
+(''Maxim and Roger pause for a moment, but quickly go back to folding their laundry and their conversation.'')
+JOANNE<br />
+I used to smile every time I thought of you.
+HENRY<br />
+I want this to work, Joanne. I love you. Don’t I make you happy?
+(''She folds her last pair of socks, drops it into the laundry basket, looks at Henry one last time, and exits. Henry looks dumbfounded for a moment, realizes she has left him, and runs after her, laundry basket in hand.'')
+ROGER<br />
+It’ll pass, it always does.
+MAXIM<br />
+I don’t know, man. This is some scary shit. I’ve never had a rash down there before.
+ROGER<br />
+I’m telling you, you’re getting yourself all worked up over nothing. Give it a couple of days, it’ll go away.
+MAXIM<br />
+Are you sure, ’cause it’s been three already? I’m really starting to get worried.
+ROGER<br />
+Trust me, it’s nothing.
+MAXIM<br />
+This is so ''comme il faut'' ...
+ROGER<br />
+Huh?
+MAXIM<br />
+Fitting.
+ROGER<br />
+What is?
+MAXIM<br />
+That I caught something. It’s so fucking perfect! The one time I have a random hookup, I get a Goddamn venereal disease. I never should have listened to you. If I had stayed home that night and rubbed one out like I wanted to, I wouldn’t be dealing with this now. But, no, you had to make me go out to the club.
+ROGER<br />
+I didn’t make you go out.
+MAXIM<br />
+You didn’t make me go out? “Come out to the club, Max. It’ll be a good time. We’ll get you laid. Women there like you only dream about.” I’m such an asshole. Why do I keep listening to you?
+ROGER,<br />
+All right, so I made you go out. I didn’t tell you to go home with the town higgledy-piggledy.
+MAXIM<br />
+What the Hell’s a higgledy-piggledy?
+ROGER<br />
+An indiscriminate.
+MAXIM<br />
+Why didn’t you tell me she was a Goddamn higgledy-piggledy when you saw me leaving with her?
+ROGER<br />
+I figured you knew what you were doing. What am I, your father? I gotta’ take care of you? You’re an adult, Max. It’s about time you started taking some responsibility for your actions.
+MAXIM<br />
+Look, forget it. I have to get this looked at.
+ROGER<br />
+You’re worrying about nothing.
+MAXIM<br />
+Roger, there’s a mauve rash on my balls and it hurts every time I pee; I think there might be something wrong with me.
+ROGER<br />
+Everyone’s got a little something wrong with their balls, you just learn to deal with yours and be thankful it’s not something worse.
+MAXIM<br />
+Are you kidding me? Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? No, everyone does not have a little something wrong with their ... (''notices a small child who has just entered with her Babysitter'') You-know-whats. In fact most people think it’s a pretty big deal when something’s wrong down there.
+ROGER<br />
+Was it fun?
+MAXIM<br />
+What?
+ROGER<br />
+Did you have a good time that night?
+MAXIM<br />
+That’s not the point, Roger. I’m trying to get at something deeper here.
+ROGER<br />
+No, Max, that is exactly the point; you don’t know how to have a good time.
+MAXIM<br />
+I most certainly do know how to have a good time.
+ROGER<br />
+Last time we went to a ball game, you had a bad hot-dog and got sick. We go to a club, you take the wrong girl home and get a V.D.. It’s always something with you.
+MAXIM<br />
+What, it’s my fault I got a bad hot-dog and a girl with the clap?
+ROGER<br />
+I’m sorry Max, but yes, it’s your fault.
+MAXIM<br />
+It’s bad luck. I can’t control that.
+ROGER<br />
+Yes you can.
+MAXIM<br />
+You can control your luck?
+ROGER<br />
+If you know how to have a good time, yes.
+MAXIM<br />
+I have a good time. I always have a good time. Don’t I look like I have a good time?
+ROGER<br />
+Max, if you worry about whether or not everything you do is dirty, you’re gonna’ get an infection.
+MAXIM<br />
+I don’t follow.
+ROGER<br />
+You have to free yourself up, man. You’ve got to live a little. Otherwise, you won’t look back with fond memories.
+MAXIM<br />
+How many women have you slept with?
+ROGER<br />
+I don’t know.
+MAXIM<br />
+It’s okay, I’m not gonna’ get mad or laugh or anything, I just want to know.
+ROGER<br />
+I don’t need a lecture, Max.
+MAXIM<br />
+I promise, no lecture. I just need to know.
+ROGER<br />
+Two hundred and seventy-six.
+MAXIM<br />
+(''Pause. Maxim cannot help himself and a laugh explode.'')
+That’s fucking ridiculous! Why hasn’t your you know what fallen off?!
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