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...which carries through as Red walks. People and traffic. He keeps looking at the women. An alien species.
RED (V.O.)
Women, too, that's the other thing.
I forgot they were half the human
race. There's women everywhere,
every shape and size. I find myself
semi-hard most of the time, cursing
myself for a dirty old man.
WO YOUNG WOMEN stroll by in cut-offs and t-shirts.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Not a brassiere to be seen, nipples
poking out at the world. Jeezus,
pleeze-us. Back in my day, a woman
out in public like that would have
been arrested and given a sanity
hearing.