The 'Francis Ha' Sex Scene That Was Cut From The Film

Frances: Were like a lesbian couple that don't have sex.
Sophie: I know, right? But like, if we have sex, then we might threaten
our demographic and Apple product placement deal, and we need to reaffirm
our hetero/traditional orthodoxy under the guise of hip independent film.
Frances: Oh, wow....that's like so self-reflexive...let me think about that.
Sophie: Are we gonna play fight again so we can sublimate our physical desires, while on the surface appearing "cute" and/or "quirky"?
Frances: Oh, wow...this is getting a little too, you know.... meta-Freudian for me, Soph.
Sophie: But you have a BA in psych.
Frances: Yeah, but...I want to be a dancer because I always wanted the legwarmers from "Fame" thing to come back again to hide my fat calves.
Sophie: Let's put on some disco music, which will help with that pop-cultural
retro reference thing in the dialogue and soundtrack, because, you know it's millennial.
Frances: Uh-huh.
Sophie: Yeah.
Frances: It's the story of us, like were in a film of ourselves, while I'm in actuality sleeping with the director in real life to get acting jobs, playing myself playing a version of me in black and white, for no reason, watching myself do the laundry and trying to find a job while dropping fancy author's names and picking my teeth and making quirky facial expressions and then becoming famous for it...you know? I'm a muse.
Sophie: Amused?
Frances: No, a muse.
Sophie: Oh. That's very charming. Your so very charming and eccentric, Frances.
Frances: Does that mean were gonna have sex now?
Sophie: Not at all. We need to focus on money and careers and romantic affairs with boys who remind you of John Paul Belmondo, but in a hip "recession-era" way. But not "Girls".
Frances: You are the man, Sophie. That's rad, another obscure 80's pop reference of outdated expressions for extra-hip quirky charm in the dialogue of like, the movie of our generation of itself, with us...you know?
Sophie: I know.
Frances: Take off your socks.
Sophie: Sex?
Frances: No, socks, silly.
Sophie; Do you think we'd look better in color?
Frances: Probably not.
Sophie: That's so existential.
Frances: Do you want to French kiss, like were in "Breathless" or like, you know, like Noah loves Eric Rohmer and Godard and all those French ticklers he has and he puts them up my..
Sophie: No.
Frances:Ok....ahoy, matey. I'm going to make another quirky noise when you try to touch my shoulder, ok? For restraint's sake, if not outright prudery.
Sophie: Now that's tragic.
Frances: Shakespearean, kinda.
Sophie: Good night, Frances.
Frances: Good night, Sophie.