Jay Geils: I'm in town for the rich lonely businessman's conference.
Stacy: Oh, the RLBC, I've heard of it.
Jay Geils: What can a lonely guy with lots of money and loose morals do for fun in this town?
Stacy: Well, what do you think about...?
[leans to whisper in his ear]
Jay Geils: I do like whispering. But what I was really looking for is someone who would trade companionship for money. I would provide the money.
Stacy: I might be able to help you.
Jay Geils: How much and where?
Stacy: For the first hour, you... oh... wait... we're not supposed to talk here. Come with me.
Stacy: [they enter a library] That takes about thirty-five minutes and you'll get to keep the flashlight.
[people shush her]
Stacy: We can't talk here.
Stacy: [they enter a church] Once they're in, the chocolate forms a kind of candy shell.
[people shush her]
Stacy: We can't talk here either.
Stacy: [they enter a monastery, monks chanting] ...
Stacy: [they enter a police station] You're sure it's ok to talk here? There's lots of cops.
Jay Geils: No, no, it's cool. They're my brother's friends.
Stacy: Alright. It's five hundred dollars for the first hour. There's a hotel down the street from the club called the All the Way Inn. Tell the concierge you're there to pay for sex. She'll know what that means.
Jay Geils: Alright, great, thanks, Stacy. I've changed my mind about paying for sex. But on the upside, I'm a cop and you're under arrest.
Stacy: I can't believe I spent a whole montage with you.
