Annie: I spend 30 days in that joint and you come to visit me five times. Truck Turner: Six! Annie: And now you wanna give me drink beer and screw me. Right? Truck Turner: All right. All right. All right. We'll stop and get somethin' to eat first. Okay? Annie: You could at least tell me you love me. Truck Turner: I do love you, baby. Can't you tell? Annie: Yeah, I can smell it on your breathe.|