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“Yeah, this is Les Sylphides. What’s it to ya?”
“She works here, but she don’t work for me, if you catch my drift.”
“Ten cents a dance? Not exactly. More like two hundred fifty, plus she likes a dozen long stems after the performance. So, no, it’s not for everyone.”
“Because you don’t look like any premier danseur I ever seen, that’s why.”
“Hey, if I had a nickel for every time I got asked that question, I’d be a millionaire.”
“No, Harry Diaghilev. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, yeah? Well, let’s see your turnout, smart ass.”
“No offense to your lady friend, Jack, but trading Jello shots for jetés just ain’t my style.”
“Yeah, The Black Swan. I seen that picture. And I seen what happened to the guy that messed with her.”
“This is Manhattan, Kansas, monsieur. I guess you’re confusing us with that other Manhattan. Tutus are a dime a dozen around here.”
