A little dialogue...

(Dexter) "It's a very bad reason, if you ask me."

(Foster) "No one's asking you. And anyway, you're biased. You think you're ugly."

"I don't think I'm ugly."

"Yes, you do. You hate it when I want to look at you. You can't see how beautiful you are. And you can tell I'm not lying about this so don't you dare call me a liar."

"Oh, go fuck yourself."

"With pleasure. There's just one teensy weensy problem."

And what's that?"

"I'd much rather fuck you."

"You're impossible."

"It's why you love me."

"I thought we'd got past this. I don't love you."

"And I don't love you. Can we have sex now?"

"I'm almost positive your mother dropped you on your head when you were a baby."

"It's a definite possibility. Now take off your pants."

"Why don't you take off your...oh, I see. You're already doing that. Great, just great. I really thought we'd be able to have a normal conversation."

"You wouldn't be the first one to think you're delusional."

"I suppose you were one of them."

"Were? I still am. Now get down on your knees and be a good boy."

"You get down on your knees, you bastard—oh."

"What was that?"

"Stop talking and get back to work."

"You know, I thought that was what you said, I just wasn't sure..."

"Fuck you."

"Talk dirty to me."

"Shut up."

"Oh yeah, baby, you know how I like it."

"Foster, if you don't stop talking and fucking concentrate, I will not be responsible for anything I do as a consequence of your behaviour."

"Yeah, Dexter, you know it."

"That's it. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month."

"Dexter, I really don't love you."

"And I really don't love you too, Foster. Now concentrate—oh, god, fuck yes, please, Foster, yes yes yes, fuck..."

"Who's begging now, huh? Oh, I'm good."

"You son of a bitch."

"Dexter, I would really appreciate it if you didn't talk about my mother while we're doing this. It's very distracting."

"It's distracting, is it? I'll show what's distracting."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, wouldn't I?"