Gnarly Tattooed Biker Guy at strip club bar, when politely asked if Our Heroine might join him for a beer: "Whatever. If you want to. I don't care."
11:15 pm: "I don't have a girlfriend" -- no, I didn't ask -- "Women can't accept my priorities. I tell them my son comes first, my bike comes second, my job comes third. If they're lucky, they might come in ahead of my truck. I like that truck, though."
11:17 pm: "I don't need women. If I wanted to listen to bullshit, I'd turn on the TV."
Seconds later: "You can dance now, if you want to."
11:45 pm: "I bet you're a hot fuck. Keep dancing"
11:46 pm: "Have you ever been on a bike?"
11:48 pm: "What I need is someone I can travel with. Someone I can just call up and say, 'Hey, we're going to Mexico.' Someone who wouldn't ask me how long we're gonna be gone, cause I'm like that, you know. I don't live by a schedule. I go where I wanna go, when I wanna go. God, you're beautiful. What nights did you say you work again?"
Game. Set. Match. Score one for the strippers, and g'night.