john, or a scene from the Coen brothers...

The young woman looks up at him. She is in her early twenties. She leans back and extends her leg toward the Dude.

YOUNG WOMAN
Blow on them.

DUDE
Huh?

YOUNG WOMAN
G'ahead. Blow.

DUDE
You want me to blow on your toes?

YOUNG WOMAN
Uh-huh. . . I can't blow that far.

DUDE
You sure he won't mind?

The man bobbing in the inflatable chair is passed out. He is thin, in his thirties, with long stringy blond hair. He wears black leather pants and a black leather jacket, open, shirtless, exposing fine blond chest hair and pale skin. One arm trails off into the water; next to it, an empty whiskey bottle bobs.

YOUNG WOMAN
Dieter doesn't care about anything. He's a nihilist.

DUDE
Practicing?

YOUNG WOMAN
You're not blowing.

BRANDT
Our guest has to be getting along, Mrs. Lebowski.

DUDE
You're Bunny?

BUNNY
I'll suck your cock for a thousand dollars.

BRANDT
Ha-ha-ha-ha! Wonderful woman. Very free-spirited. We're all very fond of her.

BUNNY
Brandt can't watch though. Or he has to pay a hundred.

BRANDT
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! That's marvelous.