Dawn - Portrait of a Teenage Runaway Quotes
Dawn Wetherby: Please don't be mad at me. I can't go back empty handed. Swan would kill me!
Alexander: Then don't go back!
Dawn Wetherby: How?
Alexander: There's got to be a way!
Dawn Wetherby: There is no other way. This is it. [pause]
Dawn Wetherby: [glumly] I don't care anymore. It was so meaningless. I felt nothing. I just stared at the ceiling and became a woman. What a hype!
Alexander: Then don't go back!
Dawn Wetherby: How?
Alexander: There's got to be a way!
Dawn Wetherby: There is no other way. This is it. [pause]
Dawn Wetherby: [glumly] I don't care anymore. It was so meaningless. I felt nothing. I just stared at the ceiling and became a woman. What a hype!
TV Show: Dawn - Portrait of a Teenage Runaway
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.
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.
TV Show: Dawn - Portrait of a Teenage Runaway