I remember from acting class 16 years ago, no matter what role I had, I always played it like a serial killer (according to the rest of the class, this was not my self-image).
From my new favorite movie, The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call – New Orleans
The mobster has the ho on his lap. He moves her around. “Dear, like this. You want the schwantz not the prostate. See, that’s it.”
He turns to the Bad Lieutenant Terence McDonagh. “When you engage with another human being, we remind ourselves that we are not alone. Plus, who knows, maybe we even learn a little something.”
At the end of the deal, the mobster gets a look from his two bodyguards. “The boys want to saddler her up just in the spirit of friendliness. Do you mind?”
BL: “Well, let her get cleaned up. She looks like —- right now. Let her put on something hot…”
Mobster: “Beautiful. Beautiful.”
BL: “Now, I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but she has a client coming over in 15 minutes. You guys can be done by then, right?”
Guard: “The both of us?”
Mobster: “They would’ve been done in 15 seconds if you hadn’t mentioned it. Boys, you’ll hit her when she comes back.”
