Coffee and Cigarettes Page #7

Told Deflon,

"Never let Dirty inside this spot, man."

So what's up? What you want to do?

- Yo, let's slide to the 'udio.

- Hit the 'udio, right.

Play some chess? All right, then.

- Is that the bill for Murray?

- He don't need no money, yo.

- Hit him, anyway.

- Think I should tip him?

- You think he's using the oven cleaner?

- Don't know, but let's get the f*** out.

Are you all right, Taylor?

- No, not really.

- What's up?

I don't know.

I feel so divorced from the world.

I've lost touch with the world.

Do you know that song by Mahler...

- I've Lost Track of the World?

- No.

It's one of the most beautiful...

and saddest songs ever written.

I can almost hear it now.

Can you hear it?

It's gone now.

- But did you hear it?

- I think so.

It resonated

right through the whole building.

- Where are we?

- In the armory, Taylor.

"The armory, Taylor."

It sounds so heavy and ponderous.

"The armory."

Nikola Tesla...

perceived the Earth as a conductor...

of acoustical resonance.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Can you explain it to me?

- No, not really.

- I know.

Let's pretend this coffee is champagne.

Why would we do that?

Well, to celebrate life.

You know, like the rich, elegant people do.

The classy people.

I prefer coffee.

Simple, working man's coffee.

You're so provincial, Bill.

Do you know what your problem is?

What?

You have no joie de vivre.

I don't?

No. Besides, this coffee is awful.

- You're right. It really is bad, isn't it?

- Dreadful.

I propose a toast.

So what should we toast?

Paris in the 1920s.

Josephine Baker, the Moulin Rouge.

What is it? Okay?

And also...

New York in the '70s.

In the late '70s.

Really? All right.

Cheers.

Delicious, isn't it?

Champagne:
Nectar of the gods.

Is that all you're having for lunch,

coffee and a cigarette?

It's not very healthy.

We had lunch earlier.

We did?

We're on a break here, a coffee break.

How depressing.

How long is our break, anyway?

About 10 minutes, and it's nearly over now.

Say it isn't true.

- Well?

- What?

I asked you to say it isn't true.

Say what isn't true?

Never mind.

Anyway, I have to have a nap.

So call me when the break is over.

Well, you have two minutes or less

for your nap.

And now, the news.

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