Bitter Feast Page #2
He's taking over
the kitchen.
- I'm fired?
- My hands are tied.
- Gordon, this is my life.
- Dude,
you're a talented guy,
a little pretentious
scratch that.
You're a lot pretentious.
I agree with Franks
on that one.
Anyway,
you'll land on your feet.
- I am the Destroyer!
I'm gonna get you, Peter!
I am the Destroyer!
No! Stop!
No!
I've really hurt my ankle.
Johnny, stop, come on.
- Silence!
Crunch!
- I'd give you
the ocean
I'd give you the sky
if I could
I'd push it all back
between the sidewalk cracks
of your neighborhood
Neighborhood
Soldiers of misfortune
Fight for something
they can't see
- How is everything?
- Pardon?
- Do you, uh,
need anything else?
- I'd love a little joy.
- Excuse me?
- Maybe a bowl or a dish,
a plate,
a trough of joy
would be wonderful.
- L...
I don't understand.
- I know.
Can I get the
can I get the check, please?
- "Of all the items offered
on the menu at Le Suc,
"they left off
the only one I would order
"if ever I paid
a return visit.
"That item would be
a time machine,
"to recapture
the hour and seven minutes
"Chef Daniel Berlow
pilfered from me
on my first visit."
Another scathing review.
How nice.
I just give it to them.
- "L learned that
'Le Suc' means 'juice,'
"so I can't say the experience
was an entire wash.
"As for the food,
one word:
vomitus."
Vomitus?
Is that even a word?
- Yep.
- How can you write this sh*t?
- Just playing my role, babe.
- And what role would that be?
- The Iron Sheik.
- The who?
- The Iron Sheik,
professional wrestling.
He's the villain.
He's the guy who keeps
Sergeant Slaughter in check,
lest the public get restless.
- I see.
Whatever happened
to your novel?
You know, the one...
- Yeah, I remember the one.
- I thought it was good.
- It was sh*t.
- I guess
I'm gonna hit the hay.
I got to be there early
tomorrow, so...
- Okay.
- I'll be at
Saint Luke's-Roosevelt.
I left the number
on the fridge.
- Mm-hmm.
- When they give me a room,
I'll call and give you
the direct line, all right?
I wish you were coming
with me.
- I don't like hospitals.
- I know.
I just
- Hey, I'm on a deadline.
I'll be there to pick you up.
What?
Are you ever going to look
for a job, by the way?
'Cause you spend a lot of time
just standing around
the apartment in your underwear
looking at me like that,
kind of hanging out
over my shoulder.
- Do you even want
another child?
- Jesus Christ.
- I need to hear you say it.
Because if you think
for these treatments,
all the poking
and prodding and
- Then don't.
Don't.
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