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allowance from your parents
doesn't mean you can just do nothing
for the rest of your life.
First of all, I'm writing
a novel, as you well know.
Secondly, your statement
is completely subjective
and lacking any substantive facts.
You're walking down
a very dangerous road, my friend.
What road is that?
The road to Fantasy Land.
And when you take
a trip to Fantasy Land
you should always
have a return ticket.
I don't even know what that means.
At some point you're gonna have to
come to the same realisation I did.
What's that?
The rest of the world is never gonna
love you as much as your parents do.
Weren't you adopted?
I don't understand why
you're interested in this guy.
He's just another
philandering affluent type
doomed to chronic alcoholism,
perpetual adolescence
and death by syphilis.
He probably sits around all day
drinking Tom Collins
and just performing acts
of mental masturbation.
That is such an unfair generalisation.
He's not like that!
For your information,
he is writing a novel.
Aren't we all?
So I'm thinking about taking it
to the next level with Beatrice
out to dinner tonight.
Bad move.
Why?
You just saw her last night.
and make her think you're too eager.
Definitely wait.
How long?
I don't know, Dylan. A day at least.
Really?
Yeah, really.
Beatrice.
Yes, that's my plane.
I never understood why someone
would want to be a vegetarian.
I mean, do you really
love animals that much?
No, no, no, I just hate plants.
You eat fish, though, right?
Why?
All the vegetarians eat fish.
Well, I'm a Pisces.
What's that got to do with it?
I don't eat my own kind.
Beatrice, tell me,
what is it like being a model,
all those people staring at you?
It's like any other job innocuous
and demoralising. But it pays well.
I'm serious. Tell me about yourself.
All I know is that
you do frequent the subway
and you read Victorian
and pre-Victorian literature, right?
Come on. I wanna know...
I wanna know your fears.
I'd like to know your hopes.
I wanna know political ideologies
and sexual preference.
I don't care what order.
That's a lot of information
for a first date.
That's true.
How about you?
What is like being born with
the proverbial silver spoon?
Alright.
Well, you know,
it's like any other job.
It's innocuous and demoralising,
but pays really well.
Beatrice was different.
As their conversation continued,
the two spoke of French cinema
and classic literature.
He tried to be witty,
to make her laugh
and for a moment
she resembled a statue,
a bust of an Aphrodite that he could
but not where
Shall we go have a cigarette?
OK, yeah.
to the idea of something
and not to the actual thing itself.
So what is your novel about?
I'm not so sure. I'm still
figuring that part out.
I want you to try this.
Why? What is it?
This is... It's a Valmont Executive.
It is my family's brand.
It's only the rarest and most exquisite
cigarette in existence.
That is pretty great, isn't it?
It sort of tastes
like any other cigarette.
What about the smell, right?
The smell?
I mean, maybe I'm missing... something.
You don't get it.
You just don't get it.
I'm gonna take two, then.
That's good. That's healthy.
As the day wore on,
Beatrice was playing hard to get.
Conrad's pseudo-intellectual banter
was wearing thin
and so he decided
to proceed to plan B
get her drunk.
I know you don't drink, but they
make an incredible Tom Collins, OK?
How often do you come here?
Every once in a while.
Here you go, Mr. Valmont.
Lucky. Cheers.
Cheers.
It's weird how nobody
dances anymore, you know?
someone who's not dancing.
I don't dance.
You know, you're nothing
like Dylan described.
Why? What did he say?
He said you were self-inhibited
and that you didn't drink.
Well, a woman
can wear many hats.
Yeah? What does that mean?
It means a woman can be inhibited
and conservative with one man
and virtually the opposite
with another.
Boy, even socialist regimes
before they admit such insincerity.
Well, I'm not a socialist regime.
I'm a woman.
You play that thing?
A little bit.
Can you play me a song?
No.
Come on. Please.
. Sorry.
Beatrice!
I'm not in the mood.
Are you gonna make me beg?
Maybe.
Come on. Please?
Just one.
Beatrice loved the way
Conrad walked into a room,
the way he waved his hands
in the air every time he heard Bach,
the way he read her excerpts
of Fitzgerald's
the precision with which
he made a Tom Collins
...his infallible wit and charm
and the way he used words
like "haberdashery".
But most importantly
Beatrice loved the way
he looked at her.
Conrad loved the way
Beatrice walked into a room,
how she laughed at his jokes
no matter how convoluted
or juvenile they seemed,
the way she bit her lip the moment
before she played the piano,
the softness of her skin,
the yellow in her eyes,
the mole on her thigh.
But most importantly,
Conrad loved to look at her.
Unfortunately, there were still
two unavoidable problems
Dylan, and that Conrad was broke,
but most importantly
that he was lying concerning both.
Have you ever noticed
they pack on a few extra pounds?
What are you trying to say?
No, no, no, no.
Nothing about you, angel.
No, no. I'm just...
I'm making an observation.
Are you saying that
all fat people are happy?
Not at all. No.
are two categories of fat people.
There is happy fat and there is...
...just fat.
No, no, no! Please!
Just give me a little space.
I am trying to cook, you know?
It's not natural.
Hey, that water's brown.
That can't be healthy.
That's how I like it.
Really?
Yeah.
Want me to get that?
Nope.
Well, how am I supposed
to wash my hands?
There's egg all over them.
Hello. Hey, Dylan.
No, not doing anything.
Tonight?
Yeah, can you
hang on one second?
He wants to take me
to the theatre tonight
and he wants me
to bring a date for you.
I'm not that good of a liar.
No, I'm sorry. We can't...
I... I can't.
You did? That's so nice of you.
OK, well, then,
I'll see you at seven.
OK, 'bye.
This is a bad idea.
I don't understand why
you and Dylan always have to get into
these prepubescent competitions
I resent that.
You know I make a conscious effort
to stay out of all forms
of competition with him.
Well, your track record
proves otherwise.
Well...
This girl's important.
Let me know if there's
anything I can... I can do.
Have you heard anything? I can't
get anyone to return my calls.
Rumours. Just rumours.
I don't wanna get into details,
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