A blindingly drunk Arthur (is there a time he isn’t) has his driver pull his limo over to a prostitute...
ARTHUR: How much?
PROSTITUTE: $100
ARTHUR: Oh yeah, what time do you get off work?
---THEN LATER AT A RESTAURANT---
ARTHUR: Why did you…?
PROSTITUTE: Become a prostitute?
ARTHUR: Jesus, are you a prostitute? I thought I was just getting off great with you. .Sorry. Go on.
PROSTITUTE: My mother died when I was 6.
ARTHUR: Son of a bitch! Don’t they know what that does to a kid?
PROSTITUTE: My father raped me when I was 12.
ARTHUR: So, you had 6 relatively good years.
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