Pg 22-25
Georgeanne: (Looking in mirror) God. Look at me. I am totally pathetic. I just don’t want to be alone. Is that too much to ask? I mean, I still believe in marriage. I do. (Trisha laughs ruefully.) You don’t?
Trisha: To be perfectly honest with you, Georgeanne, I think any woman who chooses marriage in this day and age is out of her fucking mind.
G: Don’t you believe in love?
T: I certainly believe in consideration. And respect. And I definitely believe in sex, because it’s healthy and necessary. But love, what is that? I have had so many guys tell me they loved me, and not a single one of them has made any difference in my life.
G: Maybe you haven’t met the right …show more content…
A hundred.
G: A hundred!
T: I haven’t kept count.
G: Trisha! That’s a lot.
T: Yeah, but Tommy Valentine is like Wilt Chamberlain, he’s probably had sex with a thousand women.
G: God, I wonder if he’s ever had an AIDS test.
T: You better hope so. Did he use a condom in the parking lot?
G: No.
T: Georgeanne.
G: I know. You think he’s ever done it with another man?
T: A guy like Tommy, as good-looking as he is? I’m sure he’s had opportunities.
G: Yeah, but he’s way too good in bed to be a queer.
T: That doesn’t mean a thing. I knew this lifeguard once, talk about good in bed, this boy could have taught old Tommy Valentine a trick or two. He was a total animal, he loved sex. Loved it. Then one day I showed up at his apartment and found him in bed with the telephone repairman, which is obviously why I hadn’t been able to call to tell him I was on my way.
G: Oh my God. What did you do?
T: I went to happy hour at Bennigan’s and picked up a busboy.
G: Have you ever had an AIDS test?
T: Yep.
G: I’m too scared to take it. I mean, I know the chances are slim, but with my luck. Weren’t you scared?
T: Yeah, I was.
G: What made you go through with …show more content…
G: Shit, Trisha. He died of AIDS? You’re okay, aren’t you?
T: Yes, Georgeanne. I’m fine.
G: Oh my God. I never knew anybody who actually had it.
T: You will.
G: Well, I certainly don’t want Tommy Valentine to have AIDS. But I tell you one thing. I can’t wait for him to lose his looks.
T: And he will. It’s bound to catch up with him. He’s going to end up one of those hatchet-faced old men that really handsome guys turn into.
G: Yes. He’ll have on of those big red Ted Kennedy noses from drinking so much his whole life.
T: And a beer gut.
G: He’ll lose his