Warren Beatty plays George, a womanizing hairdresser. He's been invited into Lorna's kitchen for a snack.
Lorna: Want some lox?
George: No, thanks.
Lorna: You're my mother's hairdresser.
George: I do hair, yeah.
Lorna: Chopped liver?
George: No, thanks.
Lorna: Are you gay? Want a baked apple? They're cold, but good.
George: No, thanks.
Lorna: Did you hear me?
George: Yeah.
Lorna: Well, are you? Are you queer?
George: Sure.
Lorna: Come on. Are you or aren't you?
George: [chewing on celery] This is great, huh.
Lorna: Come on, tell me. Don't be afraid.
George: Why do you want to know so bad?
Lorna: See if you're making it with my mother.
George: Why would my being a faggot have anything to do with that?
Lorna: Nothing, I guess. Have you ever made it with a guy?
George: You ever make it with a girl?
Lorna: Are you?
George: Am I what -- what are you talking about?
Lorna: Making it with my mother?
George: I'd love to do your hair sometime.
Lorna: Do you have a thing about older women? Because that's sort of faggoty, isn't it?
I never get my hair done. In fact, I don't think I've ever been to a beauty salon in my whole life. You think that's funny, don't you?
George: Yeah.
Lorna: Beverly Hills hairdresser. You might as well be a faggot. You think that's funny, too?
George: No.
Lorna: Then what do you think?
George: You know, I think you got exactly the same eyes as your mother. And your chin's a little bit like hers, too.
Lorna: No, it isn't. No.
Goerge: I think it is.
Lorna: No, no... and my eyes aren't like hers either.
George: They are. Because they...
Lorna: No, they're not.
George: They really are.
Lorna: [suddenly angry] No, they're not, they're not. I'm nothing like my mother!
George: I'm not trying to insult you, you know. Can't we just be friends?
Lorna: Okay.
You want to fuck?
*
And... Scene
