I thought I'd come here for some help.

Holly Randall is ecstatic that the latest issue of Hustler features her photography on its cover and in its centerfold.

She showed the guy in the newsstand and wanted to show everyone on the street of the conservative neighborhood.

Chaim Amalek writes: "I'm ashamed to say this, but as Holly was out of cash when she saw that issue of Hustler on the newsstand, I was the one who paid for it. TEN DOLLARS! Who knew that crap went for ten bucks? Thursday night, about 6pm. Upper West Side, around 75th and Broadway. On the other hand, she did pay for my Chicken Tika Massala. I purchased a copy of the New York Daily News just so she would have something to hide it in.I mean, there can't be that many fellow members of New York upper crust who read Hustler. You should marry her, that's what I think of her work."

Luke: "You must be so proud. Your parents must be so proud."

Holly's taking a cab back to her hotel.

Luke: "It's five o'clock on a Friday and the regular crowd shuffles in. It's me they've been coming to see to forget about life for a while.

"It'd be funny if you got stuck 40 blocks from your hotel without your glasses."

Holly: "I'd be blind as a bat."

Luke: "That'd be funny if you had to rely on the kindness of strangers."

Holly: "I would be so helpless."

Luke: "You'd be so vulnerable you'd say, 'I'll do anything if you get me home.'"

Holly: "I've never said that. I'm not a hooker, last time I checked."

"So what are you doing?"

Luke: "I'm lying alone with my head on the phone thinking of you till it hurts. I know you hurt too but what else can we do tormented and torn apart. I wish I could carry your smile and my heart for times when my life feels so low. It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring when today doesn't really know, doesn't really know..."

Holly: "What is that?"

Luke: "It's Air Supply's All out of Love."

Holly: "I don't know any Air Supply songs."

Luke: "You're going to learn some."

Holly: "You like Air Supply? Is that a joke?"

Luke: "What? They are my favorite band."

Holly: "Oh no. I've never listened to them."

Luke: "Well, I'll bring a CD over and we'll make out to it."

Holly: "They're made fun of a lot."

Luke: "I'm made fun of a lot, but I'm still standing, better than I ever did. Feeling like a true survivor. Acting like a little kid."

Holly: "Do you have any other bands that you're a fan of?"

Luke: "Bee Gees. Barry Manilow. Elton John. Supertramp. ABBA. The Carpenters. Handel's Messiah."

Holly: "Ohmigod. Honey, honey, honey. No, no, no. Bad. Bad. Bad."

Luke: "You just haven't heard them in the right way."

Holly: "What about Eric Clapton and Led Zeppelin?"

Luke: "Don't like them. I like Debbie Gibson."

Holly: "It's going to take me years to fix you. Debbie Gibson was my first CD. But I was 11. I've grown since then.

"You have the worst collection of music I've ever heard. What am I getting myself into? No, no, no. That's terrible. I'm sorry. I can't see you anymore. That's my mom on the other line..."

Luke: "If you think for one minute that I would sacrifice Air Supply..."

The phone goes dead.