Nan Hudson:
[annoyed]
Wait'll I get my hands on that Artie, I'll teach him to stand me up for two hours on a street corner... kick that stratosphere plane right out from under him.
Thelma:
How come you picked a street corner in the first place, you know Artie...
Nan Hudson:
Well, I figured it'd be nice and noisy, 'cause every time he comes over to my apartment he falls asleep before I can get him out.
Rita:
You must be awfully entertaining.
Nan Hudson:
Look, I'd hate to see what would happen to him if he fell asleep in *your* apartment.
Rita:
[gets up from sofa]
What do you mean by that?
Nan Hudson:
[with attitude]
What do you think I mean?
Rita:
I think it's a nasty crack. Why don't you take x-ray pictures of your mind and sell them at stag parties.
Nan Hudson:
How do you know what they sell at stag parties, you just keep your hooks out of Artie, that's all!
Rita:
*That* cluck, as if anybody'd fall for him but you.
Nan Hudson:
Look, you'd fall for anything with pants on and you know it! Now don't say I didn't warn you!
[shoves Rita's shoulders]
Rita:
[shoves Nan back]
Don't push me!
Nan Hudson:
What are you talkin' about!
[they grab each other and fall to the floor, fighting]
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