Barton, Barton, so glad you could make it. You know
Richard St. Claire...
Barton nods and looks at the woman.
...and Poppy Carnahan. We're drinking champagne,
dear boy, in honor of the occasion. Have you seen
Barton looks sullenly at his champagne glass as the fat man fills it.
Well, I don't want to embarass you but Caven could
hardly contain himself. But more important, Richard and
Poppy here loved the play.
Loved it! What power!
Yeah, it was a corker.
Thanks, Richard, but I know for a fact the only fish
you've ever seen were tacked to a the wall of the yacht
Bravo! Nevertheless, we were all devastated.
Weeping! Copius tears! What did the Herald say?
I happen to have it with me.
Please Derek -
Do read it, do!
"Bare Ruined Choirs: Triumph of the Common Man. The
star of the Bare Ruined Choirs was not seen on the stage
of the Belasco last night - though the thespians involved
all acquitted themselves admirably. The find of the evening
was the author of this drama about simple folk - fish
mongers, in fact - whose brute struggle for existence
cannot quite quell their longing for something higher. The
playwright finds nobility in the most squalid corners and
poetry in the most calloused speech. A tough new voice in
the American theater has arrived, and the owner of that
voice is named . . . Barton Fink."
They'll be wrapping fish in it in the morning so I guess
it's not a total waste.
Well we can enjoy your success, Barton, even if you can't.