I.
My God, how long
has it been?
Drinking strong
liquor,
thinking wrong.
Let me cut you a
deal. You take
this hand, I'll pay
up.
But listen: next time,
warn me. I'll fold.
Do you know, how long
it has been?
I've been taking small
doses, getting rich
fat elbows.
Probably they're
imprinted
with this table's edge.
This wine's a good
vintage, have you seen
the grapes?
Bigger than life, been growing
in this hothouse
for--
My God. How long
has it been?
If you're going to dig up
this seed,
you might need
a thicker spade.
II.
Concubines. Ever thought
of those?
What is this, why do
you give me this—smell it, it's
fragrant.....Taste it,
it's good.
What did you expect--
gratitude?
Charity loaves. You rub it in
our faces, and what can we do
but eat?
III.
All right, I'll pay. But don't think
you own me;
nothing's free.
Oh, no. You're not unearthing
old wounds tonight,
I said I'll pay.
It doesn't matter how long.
I'll pay.
You know how
this will end,
don't you.
I'll go to bed with you,
next morning I'll
be back here.
What does it
take
to break a heart?
Think about it:
concubines.
