Paul: Supermodels are beautiful girls, Will. A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you’ve been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. She can make you feel high full of the single greatest commodity known to man promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gaze of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it’s going to be okay. The supermodels, Willy? That’s all they are. Bottled promise. Scenes from a brand new day. Hope dancing in stilletto heels. A beautiful girl is all powerful and that’s as good as love. That’s as good as love.
Gina: You guys know what your problem is? MTV, Playboy and Madison fucking avenue.
Gina: Implants, collagen, plastic, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed, the bush shaved…..These are not real women, alright? They are beauty freaks. And they make all us normal women with our wrinkles, our puckered boobs, and our cellulite feel somehow inadequate. Well I don’t buy it, alright? But you guys think that if there’s a chance in hell that you’ll end up with one of these women, you don’t give us real women anything approaching this commitment.

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