Watch it now
INT. BOULEY RESTAURANT, NEW YORK - NIGHT
Dim lighting, crowd buzz, a long line of the rich, the celebrated,
line. PAN ahead to...
person they screen from our view. We can see, however...
conservative chalk-stripe suit. He is gay, but you wouldn't guess
together in fifteen seconds. She is unkempt, quick, volatile,
expressive fingers, which point to...
risotto. Trace of Moselle, to
sweeten the stock.
doubt that makes him smile. Murmur...
Don't kill us on this one, it's
a long shot.
The tone says they're pals...
confident. Which it is. Off the
record, I'll need an extra boat of
the ink. Or a salt shaker.
I'll toss a coin.
Is it ever embarrassing, having
your bum kissed in public?
If your ass isn't chapped, you
are not a good-writer of note.
Is it sad to be an editor, and bask
only in reflected insincerity?
I've adjusted, and thanks for asking.
See the pull of a book like
Twenty Chefs, is not who I
put in. It's who I leave out.
Which is everyone you couldn't
Plus some guys whose food I don't
I'll buzz my machine. Inventive
and confident, yeh?
She dials. He tastes.
Is Newsday a real interview, or
just some cute guy you're setting
me up w...
... I don't send you men, anymore.
You don't know what to do with them.
She's punching in her code.
Sometimes I do. Like for two months.
Over the phone, we hear her answering machine...
MAN'S VOICE (V.O., soft)
Hey. It's Michael.
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language: