Florence

There's this scene with Florence, the middle-aged lady, and the hippie. Here's this beat up broad out to seduce a young guy she picked up at the discotheque; and she tries everything and doesn't care how ridiculous or pathetic she looks. She wants this guy and she want to get him in the sack. She might have succeeded if the younger chick hadn't been there too, all cool and available. The point is the middle-aged lady tried. She fought, she struggled; she wouldn't give up. Isn't it better to fight to see your fantasies realized--fight and lose, rather than suffer and dream away in silence?