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Funny, naturally charming

sincere,

extremely bright, kind.

She suspects

you're very talented.

Thank you.

I'm very happy that

she has met you, Brian.

For the little time

since she has known you

I have seen a light in her eyes

that I had never seen before.

And I'm so very glad of it.

I wish to thank you.

You're welcome.

I would be pleased if you

cared to join us at our home

this coming Saturday for supper.

Really?

Yes.

Is there any chance that

this is a gentlemanly ploy

designed to relax me

before your driver turns around

and impales me

with a fleur-de-lis?

None.

Well, then..

...I thank you

for the invitation

and I look forward to attending.

Good.

173 East 77th.

7:
30?

How did he find out? Was it

a credit card bill or something?

I told him.

I beg your pardon?

With great joy.

You just volunteered it?

Of course.

Why?

Because he's my husband.

Uh-huh. And did you know

about this invitation?

No. I'm not

surprised though.

Valery does lovely things

like this.

How is this a lovely thing?

To me, this is a wildly,

wildly awkward thing.

I don't know

what he has in mind.

You must understand,

this is between you and him.

You have your own

relationship now.

We do?

If you want it.

I highly recommend it

to you, by the way.

You will come to treasure

his friendship.

He's that sort of person.

And somehow Saturday night will

be thoughtful and wonderful.

You'll see.

You don't understand

things yet, do you?

Uh, no.

I feel guilty.

Why would you feel guilty

if he's happy for us?

Because I don't

understand things yet.

Put aside your notions

about how people are, Brian.

The world will surprise you

with its grace if you let it.

Unclasp me?

Brian Bloom.

I believe I'm expected.

What? Don't say that.

Brian Bloom. Invited guest.

No, no, that's silly.

Hi. Uh, Brian Bloom

reporting for dinner.

Please come in.

Thanks.

Oh. Hello.

Good evening.

May I take your coat?

Uh, sure.

Thank you.

Right this way

for the elevator.

Elevator?

Good evening,

and welcome to our home.

Thank you.

Brian. Come in. Come in.

Glad you're here.

Your children are amazing.

Ha ha, thank you.

Are they real or are

they from a catalogue?

Uh, they are

from a catalogue.

Come and meet some people.

Everyone, this is our

dear friend, Brian Bloom

who also happens to be one of

the most talented young writers.

Brian, do you know

Maestro Alan Gilbert?

Pleasure.

It's a great pleasure, maestro.

Mr. Julian Bond.

True honor, sir.

Delighted.

And Mr. Daniel Boulud.

A pleasure.

I look forward to one day

being able to afford

to eat in one

of your restaurants, sir.

Nonsense. Nonsense.

I'll give you my card later.

And I'll tell Kareem to take

very good care of you.

And this is our friend,

Jane Hastings.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.

Now, Jane is an editor

at Farrar, Strauss and Giroux

and perhaps this is the first

of many handshakes

between you two.

Ah, you're here.

Ladies and gentlemen,

three of my favorite words.

Dinner is served.

This way, please.

You, maestro, though immortal

are not a God but a man.

We know God can be kind.

He can be joyful.

But we also know

He can be annoying.

What kind of a God

is that now, maestro?

I've listened to my

own recordings at times

and wanted to kill everything in

the room, myself, the composer.

Even if the composer is dead.

Ah, and at those times,

He can be vengeful?

Oh, yes.

Not if we're made

strictly in His image.

Exactly.

Goodnight, maestro.

Enough already

with the maestro.

He seemed to like it.

I'm kidding.

So tonight actually

happened you're saying.

You'll get used to it.

Julian Bond

sure didn't eat much.

He's just very polite.

Oh, God, should I not have

had seconds on the little hens?

It was fine.

Alan Gilbert had seconds.

It was fine. Don't worry.

Split it?

Sure.

You seem to know

the ropes very well.

Have you been with

Valery for a while?

A year.

Could I ask you something?

Do you ever think to yourself

"What the heck am I doing?

This is crazy."

No.

Well, then would you tell me

what the heck am I doing?

Because this is crazy.

You're being happy.

Just like I am.

But don't you want

a relationship with a future?

I'm 25 years old.

There's plenty of time

for a future.

I guess.

Life is a collection

of moments.

The idea is to have as

many good ones as you can.

See, I was taught that

there are no free lunches.

That one day the rent comes due,

the other shoe drops

and you suffer a thousand-fold.

Who raised you?

Jews.

Look, if you wanna be

a good writer

then you can't have

a mediocre life.

I'll give you

a baseball metaphor

because Jewish writers

love them.

Swing from the heels.

Okay, Brian Bloom?

Okay.

I look forward to

the next time we see each other.

And to the evolution

of your attitudes.

You are a natural editor.

Where did this idea

come from?

Oh, you know, I'm just trying

to... swing from the heels.

Oh, I'm so sorry I'm late.

Ah, no worries... mom.

Ariel.

Arielle, mom.

Arlene Bloom. How do you do?

Enchante.

Where's dad?

Parking.

This neighborhood

is a nightmare.

There are plenty of garages.

Have you forgotten

who we're dealing with?

Dad refuses

to pay for parking.

He says it's highway robbery.

And he's absolutely right.

Brian, would you ask

the waiter

if they have a different chair?

Sorry?

My back is killing me.

Uh, I think all the chairs

are pretty much the same.

Oh, excuse me.

Could I trouble you for a different chair?

Excuse me?

Something with better back support.

I'm afraid we don't

have any other chair.

No folding chairs

in the back?

Mm, I don't think

we have any.

It's fine. I'll stand.

You'll stand?

It's fine.

It's highway robbery

parking in this burg.

Hi, dad.

Hiya, pal.

I finally had to say "Oncle"

and put it in a garage.

Your mother is standing.

I know.

They have no

folding chairs here.

It's The Carlyle, Arlene.

You know when we first met,

she only sent back entrees.

Now it's chairs.

Dad, may I introduce

Arielle Pierpont?

Enchante.

Oh, no.

I am the one who is enchanted.

That's right.

I studied your language.

Dad, the meaning

of the verb, "baiser"

which used to mean to kiss has

changed a bit over the years.

It has?

Yes.

What does it mean now?

It means to f***.

Oh, God.

Pardon my French.

Not at all.

Seriously though, $42

for 2 hours plus tip

and then on top of that,

after this, we have to drive

all the way across town

to another parking lot

We're seeing

"The Book Of Mormon."

Not the original

cast... but still.

Yeah.

It's the replacement Mormons.

You know it actually might be

less expensive if we leave

the car in the East Side,

then we take a taxi

to the theater and back.

Maybe could we strategize

later on the parking?

What can I get for you?

Table water for me, please.

Flat or sparkling?

No, just table water.

Tap water?

Yes.

With ice?

Yes.

I think I'm gonna have

a vodka martini.

You'll be passed out

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