(A young woman walks in wearing red leather pants, black boots, a tight, skimpy, sleeveless, low-cut red leather top that shows her midriff, long, black satin gloves, and bright red lipstick. She has long brown wavy hair, streaked with red and white, and she's got an attitude. As she walks by, all the men at the bar look at her. She approaches a man shaking his head in disapproval, sitting at one of the tables. She joins him.)

ELLIOT: I thought I said 'discreet'.

GWEN: What? Do you see nipple?

ELLIOT: (looks at watch) You're late.

GWEN: You're screwing me. The Axis of Pythia is worth 33 million dollars. You told me it was worth six.

ELLIOT: The Axis is merely a mystical object. It has no inherent monetary value—

GWEN: Blah, blah, polysyllabic b-lah. I need a drink. Waiter, I'll take a redcoat, up, double the voddy, and can I get one of those swizzly things? (to Man) Just love those. You were saying?

ELLIOT: My appraiser priced the Axis at exact—

GWEN: Eighteen percent of its true market value. And seeing as how I steal stuff on commission, that's like getting me for eighty percent off. Now, let's be honest, Elliot... Do I look like a blue-light special to you?

ELLIOT: The street value is irrelevant. I only want the Axis for my own private collection. Now, as I recall, we had already settled on a rather substantial fee.

GWEN: Say it with me, big guy. Co-mis-sion. (looks at a packet on the table) This my stuff? Auction house perimeter. Security system. Vent work. Vaults.

ELLIOT: Make the delivery to a private high rise downtown. I'll be waiting in the penthouse, and then we'll transfer the balance of your fee.

GWEN: Which we both know is gonna have a lot more zero's on the end of it, right?

ELLIOT: You know, Gwen, you came to me very highly recommended for your, uh... (pauses while the waiter brings Gwen's drink) for your talents. But I have to admit, I was expecting someone a bit more... professional.

GWEN: I am a professional, and we professionals don't like taking the bone.

(Gwen is holding up Elliot's watch that she took from him without him noticing.)

ELLIOT: (reaches for it) Gwen, that is a twelve thousand dollar watch.

(Gwen smiles, zaps the watch in her fist, and tosses it on the table in front of him, destroyed)

GWEN: And now it's surrealism.

written by: Mere Smith; Original transcript by: CariCranberry. Edited & formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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