Less Than Zero
1987
Blair: Did you talk to Julian yet? Clay: No. Blair: Clay, I asked you to talk to him. Clay: Okay, I'll call Betty Ford, you want me to get him a room, fine. Blair: No, just talk to him, I mean, he's your friend, too. Clay: It's funny. When you called me, I thought I was coming home to see you.
Clay: Just leave with me! There's no reason for you to stay. Not here, not in LA. Julian: Jesus! Do I look like I'm ready for homework?
Clay: Are you happy, Blair? You don't look happy. Blair: But do I look good?
Rip: Well, don't slack off, man. Don't be a bum. Clay: Like you? Rip: Just like me.
Rip: Everyone is accountable.
Clay: Do you know that you girls have televisions between your legs?
Julian: Still pissed? Clay: (pauses) No. Julian: Liar!
Rip: Got a minute, sweetheart? Julian: Surely. Rip: We gots to talk business, friend. Julian: Oh, no, all you need to do is relax. I'm gonna pay you back; all you have to do is *trust* me. Rip: I don't wanna trust you, Julian, I just want my 50 K, all right? Julian: Patience is next to Godliness, Rip, didn't I ever tell you that? Actually, it's the flip side of cleanliness, but it's still *pretty* fucking important if you ask me. Rip: Then what the hell are we talking about, Julian? Julian: We're talking about you giving me a G on spec. Rip: No. No. No way. Julian: Listen, listen... Rip: You're crazy. Forget about it. Julian: Come on. There's these girls... falling all over me... for some blow. Come on. Rip: (Pauses, hands him the coke) This is the last time. Julian: As soon as the club deal goes through, I'm recashing you every penny. Rip: I hope so. Julian: Well, don't hope... trust!
Rip: Do you have something for me? Julian: I had it all worked out. Christ. At least I thought I did. I fucked up. I don't have any money. I don't know... I don't know where I'm going to get it. Rip: (long pause) Julian, this cannot go on forever. You owe me a lot of cash, and I'm carrying you like I'm stupid. Julian: I know, I know. Just... just please don't cut me off, okay?