Jenny: Oh, fuck off, Mark. It's not my job to make you a better man and I don't give a shit if I've made you a better man. It's not a fucking woman's job to be consumed and invaded and spat out so that some fucking man can evolve.
Mark Wayland: That's not what I meant.
Jenny: What the fuck are you talking about, then, Mark? You give me one reason why you think that I should forgive you.
Mark Wayland: Because, Jenny. I made a big, big mistake. But from that I have learned how difficult it is to be a woman.
Jenny: Ugh. Please.
Mark Wayland: Wait, Jenny! Hey! Look at this!
Jenny: What are you doing?
Mark Wayland: Is this what you want?
[Hurls a pen at him]
Jenny: What I want is for you to write "fuck me" on your chest. Write it. Do it! And then I want you to walk out that door and I want you to walk down the street, and anybody that wants to fuck you, say, "Sure! Sure! No problem!" And when they do, you have to say, "Thank you very, very much." And make sure that you have a smile on your face. And then, you stupid fucking coward, you're gonna know what it feels like to be a woman.
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