never changes its spots."
She didn't even trust me enough to pick up dog shit.
She's just narrow minded. Look, there are placement counselors, want ads.
Eventually, someone will give you a shot.
You ever been convicted of a crime?
That's on every application.
Now you answer straight up, you never gonna hear from them again.
But if you lie, you're violating parole.
I was wondering if maybe you had some work around here?
You know, it doesn't matter what. I could empty some bed pans
- or clean up some toilets or--
- I can't.
I'm sorry, Marlon.
It's against the law for anyone in the medical profession to employ an ex-offender.
Oh, yeah. Ok. That's cool, man.
You've done your job.
I just figured it--
I figured it didn't hurt to ask.
Good luck, Marlon.
And stay out of trouble, ok?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Uh, can I get an absolut martini straight up?
You know, I should really ask for your I.D., but you're just too cute to card.
I had very delicate hands, remember?
Fingers that knew exactly how to touch you,
where to touch you,
and for how long.
There you go, angel.
Straight up.
Thanks.
You shouldn't compare them to me.
I was the best.
The Venus Di Milo.
Besides, change takes time.
You don't become a woman overnight. It's a lifetime process
just like becoming a man.
Are you man enough to make up your own mind about what pleases you?
Me?
Honey, you were too scared to tell me the truth.
You knew I would have left you.
At least I have the courage to be who I am.
Do you?
Another one, please.
Thank you.
This seat taken?
Buy me a drink?
You're a good kisser.
How about a little music? Hmm?
There.
- Isn't that better?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, you're soft...
hard!
That's nice. Oh, that feels nice.
That's good, baby, don't stop.
Oh, yeah. Oh... oh...
Oh! Jesus Christ!
Come on, baby. Down here.
You've got a goddamn dick!
I'll cum wherever you want. Whatever you say.
You got a goddamn dick!
Why didn't you tell me you were pre-op?! You should've told me!
Relax, ok?
It's the best of both. I didn't think I was your first.
I don't want a girl with a dick, ok?
I'm not gay, ok? I'm not into that!
Oh, you should have told me instead of trying to trick me.
I thought you were one of us.
What?! Do I look like one of you, you sick piece of shit?!
I don't like being screwed with, ok?
I don't like it!
Stop! No!
No, you look at me when I'm talking to you.
If I want to play with someone's cock, I got my own, you goddamn freak.
What are you doing?
You're always telling me to get it cut.
I'm getting it cut.
I'm not sure it's an improvement.
It's too late now.
I just got tired of looking at myself. I need a change.
I'm not sure changing how you look is gonna change how you feel inside.
Is that what you say to all your patients?
That their bigger tits or their brand-new face isn't really gonna change anything?
Shaving your head's not gonna make you feel more like a man if you don't feel it inside.
I think you need to talk to someone...
a professional...
who deals with gender issues.
I'm not gay, if that's what you're thinking, dad.
Don't worry. Your masculinity will not be threatened in any way.
You're almost unrecognizable.
What happened to your knuckles?
I got drunk and punched a wall.
Guess who I was pretending it was.
Matt called.
Did he talk about his new neo-nazi haircut?
You told him about Ava.
Don't you think somebody should have told me? That it concerns me?
Don't you think I should have been told that the laser I bought
was sent back without my knowledge?
I warned you, Sean. We can't afford it
and the salary we're paying Quentin for you to play tweedle dee to his tweedle dum.
Since when did you become so fiscally responsible?
Maybe if you came to work instead of wasting time
and money at the zoo operating on some ape...
You can't seriously be criticizing me for doing pro bono work.
I'm criticizing you for acting unilaterally.
Look, either you're gonna be a part of the team