Sexual Intrigue

"Melissa De Layle: Hello, Charlie. Charlie Taylor: You sure you're not related to you're step-mom? You both have a thing about dramatic entrances. Melissa De Layle: [Melissa takes a sip of beer and puts our her hand for a handshake, to which Charlie accepts] I'm Melissa De Layle. [she turns Charlie's hand over] Melissa De Layle: My mom's right, you are good with your hands. [she takes another sip of beer] Charlie Taylor: You old enough to drink that? Melissa De Layle: Almost. You gonna tell on me? Charlie Taylor: Look, you called this meeting, so let's get to it, and by the way, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't call my house anymore. Melissa De Layle: I need to know how serious you are about this. I figure I got one shot at it and I don't want my step-bitch to fuck it up. My father loves her for some reason and I'd know he'd believe her over me."

"Charlie Taylor: Are you out of your fucking mind, coming here with Malcolm and waving at the nosy fucker? Melissa De Layle: Irv, he's clueless. Charlie Taylor: Clueless? Are you insane? This is the last place that anybody should see you! And what the fuck are you doing with Malcolm? Melissa De Layle: Malcolm's had a crush on me for years. Charlie Taylor: A crush? Little girl, that didn't look like a crush! Melissa De Layle: Spying on me were you, Charlie? Charlie Taylor: I demand to know what's going on. Melissa De Layle: Bet spending the past year behind bars made you hungry for a woman, huh? Charlie Taylor: I have a woman, thank you. Melissa De Layle: Oh, I know, Emma told me. Now, is that Randi or Emma we're talking about? Hm? Can you imagine the look on daddy's face if he knew you were sleeping with you're step-mommy? Charlie Taylor: I didn't sleep with her. Melissa De Layle: That's her word against yours. Charlie Taylor: I can't do this alright? I'm not playing your fucking games. Melissa De Layle: Game's almost over, Charlie. Why not have a little fun?"