JOE (before)
I... have a girl.  I mean, she's my friend.  She doesn't, 
I mean...  She's a virgin.  But I had a dream about her. 
I dreamed she was making love to a tree.  She was naked, 
and the tree limbs were all twisted around her, and she 
was all twisted around them.  What do you think it means? 
...I haven't sleep too well since. 

BAAL 
Have you ever seen her naked? 

JOE 
No!  She's too innocent.  She won't even wear short skirts. 
But... sometimes, at night, when we say goodbye, she lets me hold her for a second, and she trembles, I think.  She won't let me touch her during the day.  She's so young... 

JOE (after)
She's still floating, you know.  They never found her body. 
Sometimes I get the feeling she's floating down my throat with all this booze.  Her little body.  Half rotted.  She was seventeen.  Now she's older than death, she has fish and seaweed in her hair.  She'll be all swollen up, full of 
stinking river muck.  She was always so clean.  Maybe that's why she drowned herself.  To sink into the mud.