The fellow at the store is about what you'd expect: Greasy hair, bottle-cap glasses, sort of ill-looking.
Porny: "We do tons of homemade stag films, no problem."
Masters: "Why, your implication is unfathomable!"
Porny: "Whatever floats it, mate."
Masters: "It's simply a film of a woman masturbating. How is that...? Oh, gotcha."
Porny: "Self-service is a biggie right now, I got one over there with Rosemarie Bacardo. Some seriously unconscionable activities with a canoe paddle toward the end."
Masters: "Great. Could you get me a quote on how long it'll take?"
Masters: "My feet are sticking to the floor. This is comforting how opposite of Room Five this place is."
Virginia: "Gimme a nickel. I wanna see the thing with the canoe paddle. Or something else. My chances of ever being in this kind of place again are nil, so."
Gini drops the coin in with a gloved hand, and ushers him over to look. They giggle like schoolboys. In the film, a lady goes to town on a divan. It's "erotic" in the sense of how when people describe things as "erotic" they mostly aren't.
Masters: "She's a terrible actress! There's no discernible detumescence, no corrugation of the areolae... The one thing you can't fake is vasocongestion."
Virginia: "If women were in the habit of fooling you, you'd have 'em by the short hairs now!"
Porny: "Come back Tuesday."
Virginia: "We can't leave it. Jane would die."
Masters: "He needs to do it right away."
Porny: "He's doing a mop-up right now."
Masters: "Words cannot express how deeply I wish to remain in the dark regarding what you mean. We'll pay extra, I'm not letting this out of my sight."
Porny: "Wanna keep this little lady all to yourself?"
Masters: "It's not of her! Gross!"
Porny: "Then you are a shitty casting director, because she is hot as hell."
Bill gets in the kid's face, shouting. It's involuntary.
Vivian: "I realize it's your first day, but trust me when I say it's easy to get the hang of pretending to give a shit about any of this. WASPs have been doing it since the turn of the century."