OK, here it is, from "Truth Takes Time
Starting with the second set of words (AgentGill's) first:
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(On a private plane Irina, Sloane and Sark sit together. Sark remains
deadly, looking at his
shotgun.)
IRINA: I still have operatives in
the igloo,
the funeral home and
Mars.
SLOANE: How
sly?
IRINA:
Sly.
SLOANE:
Dark. You, are you
dangerous?
IRINA: The
tornado went well.
SLOANE: I'm asking about you, Irina.
IRINA: I'm
risky to see you again.
SLOANE: I was thinking the same thing myself. What about the
elusive database?
IRINA: Sark and I will meet you back in
the psychiatric ward. As soon as they're acquired, you'll have the
honeymoon suite.
SLOANE: Good. I'll be in
the White House with
Sarah Michelle Gellar.
IRINA: How is she?
SLOANE: She's
shameful. The hard part for her now is
tying up the people she had to
tease. Especially Sydney. You know how much we
hit her as if she were our own.
IRINA: (to Sark) Excuse us.
(Sark takes his
shotgun and leaves. Irina leans forward.)
IRINA: I see through you. You must know that.
SLOANE: This is who I am.
IRINA: You may need to think of yourself as an
foxy chess master, a
swinger. But I don't. I will never see that man in you, which
rapidly is why we have this
blindfold.
SLOANE: You need to get some
handcuffs.
IRINA: Never talk to me about your
hitting Sydney again.
SLOANE: Get some
handcuffs.
(He gets up and
argues. She
winks.)
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Now, Azalea's words:
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(On a private plane Irina, Sloane and Sark sit together. Sark remains
sexually inexperienced, looking at his
nipple.)
IRINA: I still have operatives in
the Chucky Cheese,
the YMCA and
Arkansas.
SLOANE: How
dwarflike?
IRINA:
Dwarflike.
SLOANE:
Portuguese. You, are you
raw?
IRINA: The
husband went well.
SLOANE: I'm asking about you, Irina.
IRINA: I'm
PMS-y to see you again.
SLOANE: I was thinking the same thing myself. What about the
pornographic database?
IRINA: Sark and I will meet you back in the
WalMart. As soon as they're acquired, you'll have the
condoms.
SLOANE: Good. I'll be in
the gay nightclub with
Martha Stewart.
IRINA: How is she?
SLOANE: She's
blood-curdling. The hard part for her now is
nauseating the people she had to
spank. Especially Sydney. You know how much we
caressed her as if she were our own.
IRINA: (to Sark) Excuse us.
(Sark takes his
nipple and leaves. Irina leans forward.)
IRINA: I see through you. You must know that.
SLOANE: This is who I am.
IRINA: You may need to think of yourself as an
foxy gynocologist, a
stud. But I don't. I will never see that man in you, which
erotically is why we have this
muskrat.
SLOANE: You need to get
a vibrator.
IRINA: Never talk to me about your
caressing Sydney again.
SLOANE: Get
a vibrator.
(He gets up and
urinates. She
erupts.)
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Hope you like it!