Paper Moon
written by Alvin Sargent, from the novel by Joe David Brown
Miss Trixie Delight: Hey, what's up, kiddo? Your daddy says you're wearing a sad face. Ain't good to have a sad face. Hey, how'd you like a coloring book? Would you like that? You like Mickey the Mouse? (stumbles, then harshly) Oh, son of a bitch! (recovers, sighing and giggling to cover up curse) Now come on, down to the car and let's all be friends. You see me smile? C'mon, let's see you smile like Aunt Trixie, now c'mon, c'mon down to the car with mademoiselle! (silence, Addie continues to stare) Kiddo, I understand how you feel. But you don't have to worry. One of these days you're going to be just as pretty as mademoiselle, maybe prettier. You already got bone structure. When I was your age, I didn't have no bone structure. Took me years to get bone structure. And don't think bone structure's not important! Nobody started to call me mademoiselle until I was seventeen and getting a little bone structure. When I was your age I was skinnier than a pole! I never thought I'd have nothing up here! You're going to have them up there too. (beat. sharply changes tactics) Look, I tell you what, do you want me to show you how to use cosmetics? Look, I'll let you put on my earrings, you're gonna see how pretty you're going to be. And I'll show you how to make up your eyes. And your lips. And I'll see to it that you get a little bra or something! But now you're gonna pick your little ass right up, you're gonna drop it in the backseat, and you're cut out the crap, you understand?
(Trixie turns away, expecting Addie to follow. When she doesn't, she begins to speak again, being strangely honest, but not without a familiar level of general contempt for Addie and sickly sweetness)
You're going to to ruin it, ain't ya? Look, I don't want to wipe you out. And I don't want you wiping me out, y'know? So I'm gonna level with you, okay? Now you see, with me it's just a matter of time. I don't know why but somehow I just don't manage to hold on real long. So if you wait it out a little, it'll be over, y'know? I mean, even if I want a fella, I always manage to get it screwed up. Maybe I get a new pair of shoes, a nice dress, a few laughs...times are hard. Now if you fool around on the hill up here, then you don't get nothing, I don't get nothing, you don't get nothing. So how 'bout it, honey? Just for a little while? Let ol'Trixie sit up front with her big tits. (giggles, anxiously)