A comic strip vamp seeks to seduce her cartoonist creator in order to cross over into the real world.

Mother Rabbit: Man is in the bedroom.
Jack Deebs: I'm a cartoonist. I drew all this. I have visions. I translate this.
Frank Harris: You do nothing, man. This place exists with or without you. You believe me, right? I'm not one of your creations.
Jack Deebs: Right. You're not pretty enough.
Frank Harris: Good one. Have a seat.
Frank Harris: Baby, you and me, I can't have that in the real world. I can't live without you. But I can't be with you. What do you do, huh? What do you do?
Lonette: Well, we're just going to have to pretend, then, aren't we?
Frank Harris: A little late for a lady to be out on the streets, don't you think? I've got a couple of questions for you, miss.
Lonette: Oh, come on, officer. Let it slide, would you? I'm tired.
Frank Harris: Word is you have a thing for noids.
Lonette: Yeah, I've got a thing for noids, but what's it to you, tough guy?
Frank Harris: Baby, you don't know how tough it is.
Lonette: You're late.
Frank Harris: Ah, you're killing me. Why are you so beautiful?
Frank Harris: Noids do not have sex with doodles. It's the oldest law in Cool World. I've never had to enforce it. You cross that line I'll slap you around and make you piss like a puppy. Jack, you think she got a thing for you, don't you? That's sweet. But don't flatter yourself. She's a waste of ink. Truth is she's been after me and every other noid who's come through here. It's just that no one's been insane enough to get involved with her. You keep your pencil in your pocket. Know what I mean?
[Deebs and Harris watch Holly dance]
Frank Harris: You think she's got a thing for you, don't you? That's cute... but don't flatter yourself. That one... she's a waste of ink.
Frank Harris: You're a wacka-do.
Frank Harris: When your partner gets inked, you do something about it. He was your partner, so you do something.
Lonette: Well, I'm not buying it.
Frank Harris: How about a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
Lonette: Can't you use think about me for a minute, Frank? I mean, where does this leave me?
Frank Harris: What are you mad about?
Lonette: I'm mad because you talk about crossing and you don't even care how it makes me feel!
Frank Harris: I don't even care? How do you feel?
Lonette: Left out!
Frank Harris: You think I want to go back there? You think I want to go back?
Lonette: Now why wouldn't you want to go back? That's real to you, isn't it?
Frank Harris: Let me tell you something about over there. It hurts over there. It's lonely over there. It's a war over there. They got 8 million ways for you to die on and they're all permanent. This is real for me, this with you. If I want to stay with you, I gotta go back.
Frank Harris: Hey, sexy.
Lonette: It's the man with the badge.
Frank Harris: In the flesh.
Lonette: Don't remind me.
Frank Harris: How can I help it? What are you doing to me? You're messing me up.
Lonette: Oh, honey, you're tense. It's Holli again, isn't it?
Frank Harris: Yeah, Miss Holli Would-if-she-could. That dame. You heard anything?
Lonette: Now you know I don't listen to that sleazy cow.
Frank Harris: Don't. Just don't.
Lonette: But why?
Frank Harris: Because we can never finish it, Lonette. It's frustrating. I'm like a plug without a socket, you know?
[repeated line]
Holli Would: Pencil dicks!
Bob: [sees Holli as a 'Noid for the first time] You look like a High School hippie.
[pause]
Bob: Peace, man.
Holli Would: Pencil dick.
Holli Would: You want to know what it is about you that really kicks my ass, Harris?
Frank Harris: How about my foot?
Frank Harris: You screwed us all... for a piece of ass?
Holli Would: I guess you can't think and drive at the same time, huh?