Joyce Hyser - Just One of the Guys (1985)

Oh, Cherry.

I know exactly how you feel, hmm?

Can I tell you a little story?

When I was a ***, I was obsessed with being a fireman.

And I used to set little fires in the backyard

and I'd practice putting them out.

Then one day when I was 12,

I learned I could never be a fireman.

Why? What happened?

I found out how much money they make.

Pitiful.

Don't you understand that I don't care what reporters make?

I can't remember a time when there was anything else I wanted to do.

And it's pretty discouraging when Raymaker tells me

that I should become a model.

Hey, why not? You're a knockout.

Besides, models make some pretty nice bucks.

You don't think I can do it either?

Well, no, that's not exactly what I said.

Exactly.

Yeah, well, it was close enough.

You know, it's lucky for you I'm in love with you.

I think.

I'd probably never speak to you again.

I'd like to be alone, please.

Now, since you haven't listened to one word I've said,

why don't you try reading my lips?

Goodbye, Kevin.

Goodbye.

Wait a minute, are those what I think they are?