A Touch of Class Page #8

Then go back and finish it after the play,

but come home now.

I'm not walking into that theater alone.

Okay. Okay.

When does the play finish?

All right, but I'm gonna have to work later,

much later.

All right, but come home now.

Oh, Christ.

Oh, no.

Damn.

Hello.

- We met on the stairs.

- Yes. How are you?

I'm well, thank you. Sorry to bother you

now, but do you have oregano?

I hope not. I had a checkup last week.

No.

Actually, it's an herb.

I was doing some cooking...

...and I ran out.

No. I don't have much use for my kitchen,

know what I mean?

Of course not.

There's a delicatessen in Dean Street,

just across Shaftesbury Avenue.

Of course, I'll try there. Thank you.

Hello. A jar of oregano, please.

Fourteen pence.

Fourteen pence.

Cheers, thanks very much.

- Hello!

- Hello.

- Finish your work?

- No, I've got to get back.

- It must be an important account.

- Tremendous.

Forty-five ships, $70 million in insurance.

- What's that?

- It's chicken chasseur.

- What's that smell?

- Oregano.

I ran out of it, earlier this evening.

I had to go to the delicatessen

to get some more.

- At this hour?

- At this hour.

A funny thing happened on the way back

from the delicatessen.

I bumped into Shaftesbury Avenue

as the theaters were letting out...

...and how was the play?

- I tried to call you.

- Of course.

I did. Gloria rang right after you hung up.

- She's on this committee and...

- A committee.

I forgot about it, I called you right back

but your line was busy.

Look, if you want to take your wife

to the theater, please do.

Just don't give me any of this bullshit

$75 million and 85 billion ships.

It's no bullshit,

only it was 45 ships and $70 million.

I am fed up with you!

I am fed up with this arrangement!

I'm fed up hanging around on the chance...

...you condescend to drop in

between baseball and golf.

And if you do not have to take

your children to Kew Gardens.

- We did take our...

- Lf you want a whore, step outside...

...and press any button marked "French."

You are a thoughtless, callous, selfish...

Do not touch me.

Do not.

Oh, Christ.

I'm beginning to sound like a wife.

Inland Telegraph?

This is account 1-2-0-8-7.

Goes to Vickie Allessio.

A-L-L-E-S-S-l-O.

Flat 4.

Message:

"Darling, our fat friend was right.

"Only it didn't cost $18,000.

"It cost a lot more.

"Signed, Steve."

Could you read that back, please?

That's it. Thank you.

Inland Telegraph. This is 1-2-0-8-7.

I sent a telegram about 20 minutes ago.

Can you stop it?

You can?

Cancel it, immediately. Thank you.

"Steve...

"Steve, you made me feel 18

for the first time in my life."

Oh, sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t.

I got some lasagna at the Terrazza.

Come and get it.

Vickie?

Taxi!

Taxi!

- Would you care to share it?

- Are you married?

Yeah.

You take it.

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