Favourite scene from Closer
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The Doc goes to a strip club. Alice is smoking at the bar, wearing a blonde wig. She turns and sees him. Later, in a private booth, Alice finishes doing a nude dance... LARRY: I love you. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: What's this room called? ALICE: The paradise suite. LARRY: How many paradise suites are there? ALICE: Eight. LARRY: Do I have to pay you to talk to me? ALICE: No, but if you want to tip me, you're welcome. The doctor gives her some money. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: I used to come here a million years ago. It was a punk club. The stage was... Everything was a version of something else. Twenty years ago, how old were you? ALICE: Four. LARRY: Christ. When I was in flairs you were in nappies. ALICE: My nappies were flaired. LARRY: You have the face of an angel. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: What does your cum taste like? ALICE: Heaven. LARRY: How long've you been doing this? ALICE: Three months. LARRY: Straight after he left you. ALICE: No one left me. LARRY: Nice wig. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: Does all this turn you on? ALICE: Sometimes. LARRY: Liar. You're telling me it turns you on because you think that's what I want to hear. You think I'm turned on by it turning you on. ALICE: The thought of me creaming myself when I strip for strangers doesn't turn you on? LARRY: Put like that, yes. She bends over, giving him a nice view of her crotch. LARRY: Ohh... Are you flirting with me? ALICE: Maybe. LARRY: Are you allowed to flirt with me? ALICE: Sure. LARRY: Really? ALICE: No, I'm not. I'm breaking all the rules. LARRY: You're mocking me. ALICE: Yes, I'm allowed to flirt. LARRY: To prize my money from me. ALICE: To prize your money from you I'm allowed to do or say as I please. LARRY: Except touch. ALICE: We're not allowed to touch. LARRY: Open your legs. Wider. LARRY: Show me. She moves her panties aside. (There's no frontal nudity in the movie; here, Larry blocks the view.) LARRY: So what would happen if I touched you now? ALICE: I'd call security. LARRY: And what would they do? ALICE: They would ask you to leave and ask you not to come back. LARRY: And if I refused to leave? ALICE: They would remove you. Those are security cameras in the ceiling. He looks up. LARRY: I think it's best I don't attempt to touch you. I'd like to touch you. Later. ALICE: I'm not a whore. LARRY: I wouldn't pay. LARRY: Why the fuck did he leave you? ALICE: What's your job? LARRY: A question. You've asked me a question. ALICE: So? LARRY: It's a chink in your armour. ALICE: I'm not wearing amour. LARRY: Yes you are. You know why you do. LARRY: Why are you calling yourself Jane? ALICE: Because it's my name. LARRY: We both know it isn't. LARRY: You're all protecting your identities. There's a girl out there calls herself Venus. What's her real name? ALICE: Pluto. LARRY: You're cheeky. ALICE: Would you like me to stop being cheeky? LARRY: No. ALICE: What's your name? LARRY: Daniel. ALICE: Daniel the dermatologist. LARRY: I never told you my job. ALICE: I guessed. LARRY: You're strong. LARRY: There's another one out there, judging by the scars. A recent patient of Dr. Tit, calls herself Cupid. Who's going to tell her that Cupid was a bloke? ALICE: He wasn't a bloke, he was a little boy. LARRY: I want you to tell me your name. He gives her some more money. LARRY: Please. ALICE: Thank you. My name is Jane. LARRY: Your real name. He gives her some more money. ALICE: Thank you. My real name is Jane. LARRY: Careful. He gives her more money. ALICE: Thank you. Still Jane. LARRY: I've got about another 500 quid here. Why don't I just give you all this money, and you tell me what your real name is. Alice. ALICE: I promise. He gives her the money. ALICE: Thank you. My real name is plain... Jane Jones. LARRY: I may be rich, but I'm not stupid. ALICE: (sassy) What a shame, Doc. I love 'em rich and stupid. LARRY: Don't you fuck around with me! ALICE: I apologize. LARRY: Accepted. All the girls in this hellhole, the pneumatic robots, the coked-up baby dolls, and you're no different. You all use stage names to con yourselves into someone else, so you don't feel the shame when you show your cunts and assholes to complete fucking strangers. Alice starts to leave. LARRY: I'm trying to have a conversation here! ALICE: I need a cash box. LARRY: I paid for this room! ALICE: This is extra. LARRY: We met last year. ALICE: Wrong girl. LARRY: Talk to me! ALICE: I am. LARRY: Talk to me in real life. I didn't know you'd be here. I know who you are. I love you. I love everything about you that hurts. He breaks down and cries. LARRY: She won't even see me. You feel the same, I know you feel the same. ALICE: You can't cry in here. LARRY: Hold me. Let me hold you. She puts her palms out. ALICE: We're not allowed to touch. LARRY: Well come home with me. It's safe. Let me look after you. ALICE: I don't need looking after. LARRY: Everyone needs looking after. ALICE: I'm not your revenge fuck. LARRY: I'll pay you. ALICE: I don't need your money. LARRY: You have my money. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: "Thank you." "Thank you." Is that some kind of rule? ALICE: Just being polite. LARRY: Get a lot of grown men crying their guts out here? ALICE: Occupational hazard. LARRY: Have you ever desired a customer? ALICE: Yes. LARRY: Well put me out of my misery. Do you desire me, because I'm being pretty fucking honest about my feelings for you? ALICE: Your "feelings?" LARRY: Whatever. ALICE: No, I don't desire you. LARRY: Thank you. Thank you sincerely for your honesty. LARRY: You think you haven't given anything of yourselves. You think because you don't have lovers, or likers, or desirers, you think you've won. ALICE: It's not a war. He laughs. LARRY: If I asked you to strip right now, would you? ALICE: Of course. You want me to? LARRY: No. Alice, tell me something true. ALICE: Lying's the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off, but it's better if you do. LARRY: You're cold. You're all cold at heart. LARRY: What d'you have to do to get a bit of intimacy around here?! ALICE: Maybe next time I'll have worked on my intimacy. LARRY: No, I'll tell you what's going to work. You see, you're going to take your gear off right now, and you're going to turn around very slowly, and you're going to bend over, and you're going to touch the fucking floor for my viewing pleasure. ALICE: Is that what you want? LARRY: What else could I want? She does.
The Doc goes to a strip club. Alice is smoking at the bar, wearing a blonde wig. She turns and sees him. Later, in a private booth, Alice finishes doing a nude dance... LARRY: I love you. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: What's this room called? ALICE: The paradise suite. LARRY: How many paradise suites are there? ALICE: Eight. LARRY: Do I have to pay you to talk to me? ALICE: No, but if you want to tip me, you're welcome. The doctor gives her some money. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: I used to come here a million years ago. It was a punk club. The stage was... Everything was a version of something else. Twenty years ago, how old were you? ALICE: Four. LARRY: Christ. When I was in flairs you were in nappies. ALICE: My nappies were flaired. LARRY: You have the face of an angel. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: What does your cum taste like? ALICE: Heaven. LARRY: How long've you been doing this? ALICE: Three months. LARRY: Straight after he left you. ALICE: No one left me. LARRY: Nice wig. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: Does all this turn you on? ALICE: Sometimes. LARRY: Liar. You're telling me it turns you on because you think that's what I want to hear. You think I'm turned on by it turning you on. ALICE: The thought of me creaming myself when I strip for strangers doesn't turn you on? LARRY: Put like that, yes. She bends over, giving him a nice view of her crotch. LARRY: Ohh... Are you flirting with me? ALICE: Maybe. LARRY: Are you allowed to flirt with me? ALICE: Sure. LARRY: Really? ALICE: No, I'm not. I'm breaking all the rules. LARRY: You're mocking me. ALICE: Yes, I'm allowed to flirt. LARRY: To prize my money from me. ALICE: To prize your money from you I'm allowed to do or say as I please. LARRY: Except touch. ALICE: We're not allowed to touch. LARRY: Open your legs. Wider. LARRY: Show me. She moves her panties aside. (There's no frontal nudity in the movie; here, Larry blocks the view.) LARRY: So what would happen if I touched you now? ALICE: I'd call security. LARRY: And what would they do? ALICE: They would ask you to leave and ask you not to come back. LARRY: And if I refused to leave? ALICE: They would remove you. Those are security cameras in the ceiling. He looks up. LARRY: I think it's best I don't attempt to touch you. I'd like to touch you. Later. ALICE: I'm not a whore. LARRY: I wouldn't pay. LARRY: Why the fuck did he leave you? ALICE: What's your job? LARRY: A question. You've asked me a question. ALICE: So? LARRY: It's a chink in your armour. ALICE: I'm not wearing amour. LARRY: Yes you are. You know why you do. LARRY: Why are you calling yourself Jane? ALICE: Because it's my name. LARRY: We both know it isn't. LARRY: You're all protecting your identities. There's a girl out there calls herself Venus. What's her real name? ALICE: Pluto. LARRY: You're cheeky. ALICE: Would you like me to stop being cheeky? LARRY: No. ALICE: What's your name? LARRY: Daniel. ALICE: Daniel the dermatologist. LARRY: I never told you my job. ALICE: I guessed. LARRY: You're strong. LARRY: There's another one out there, judging by the scars. A recent patient of Dr. Tit, calls herself Cupid. Who's going to tell her that Cupid was a bloke? ALICE: He wasn't a bloke, he was a little boy. LARRY: I want you to tell me your name. He gives her some more money. LARRY: Please. ALICE: Thank you. My name is Jane. LARRY: Your real name. He gives her some more money. ALICE: Thank you. My real name is Jane. LARRY: Careful. He gives her more money. ALICE: Thank you. Still Jane. LARRY: I've got about another 500 quid here. Why don't I just give you all this money, and you tell me what your real name is. Alice. ALICE: I promise. He gives her the money. ALICE: Thank you. My real name is plain... Jane Jones. LARRY: I may be rich, but I'm not stupid. ALICE: (sassy) What a shame, Doc. I love 'em rich and stupid. LARRY: Don't you fuck around with me! ALICE: I apologize. LARRY: Accepted. All the girls in this hellhole, the pneumatic robots, the coked-up baby dolls, and you're no different. You all use stage names to con yourselves into someone else, so you don't feel the shame when you show your cunts and assholes to complete fucking strangers. Alice starts to leave. LARRY: I'm trying to have a conversation here! ALICE: I need a cash box. LARRY: I paid for this room! ALICE: This is extra. LARRY: We met last year. ALICE: Wrong girl. LARRY: Talk to me! ALICE: I am. LARRY: Talk to me in real life. I didn't know you'd be here. I know who you are. I love you. I love everything about you that hurts. He breaks down and cries. LARRY: She won't even see me. You feel the same, I know you feel the same. ALICE: You can't cry in here. LARRY: Hold me. Let me hold you. She puts her palms out. ALICE: We're not allowed to touch. LARRY: Well come home with me. It's safe. Let me look after you. ALICE: I don't need looking after. LARRY: Everyone needs looking after. ALICE: I'm not your revenge fuck. LARRY: I'll pay you. ALICE: I don't need your money. LARRY: You have my money. ALICE: Thank you. LARRY: "Thank you." "Thank you." Is that some kind of rule? ALICE: Just being polite. LARRY: Get a lot of grown men crying their guts out here? ALICE: Occupational hazard. LARRY: Have you ever desired a customer? ALICE: Yes. LARRY: Well put me out of my misery. Do you desire me, because I'm being pretty fucking honest about my feelings for you? ALICE: Your "feelings?" LARRY: Whatever. ALICE: No, I don't desire you. LARRY: Thank you. Thank you sincerely for your honesty. LARRY: You think you haven't given anything of yourselves. You think because you don't have lovers, or likers, or desirers, you think you've won. ALICE: It's not a war. He laughs. LARRY: If I asked you to strip right now, would you? ALICE: Of course. You want me to? LARRY: No. Alice, tell me something true. ALICE: Lying's the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off, but it's better if you do. LARRY: You're cold. You're all cold at heart. LARRY: What d'you have to do to get a bit of intimacy around here?! ALICE: Maybe next time I'll have worked on my intimacy. LARRY: No, I'll tell you what's going to work. You see, you're going to take your gear off right now, and you're going to turn around very slowly, and you're going to bend over, and you're going to touch the fucking floor for my viewing pleasure. ALICE: Is that what you want? LARRY: What else could I want? She does.
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