Eyes Wide Shut Page #5

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BILL:

Always a bit dangerous with pot.

ALICE:

Isn't that the fun?

BILL:

I'm putty in your hands.

ALICE:

Okay, let's start with who were those

those two gorgeous women at the

party last night?

BILL:

Don't really know. One of them just

started talking to me.

ALICE:

I thought they might be patients?

BILL:

No such luck. They're models. One of

them said I once removed something

from her eyes on windy day in

Rockefeller Plaza.

ALICE:

Always on the job.

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BILL:

That's me.

ALICE:

And what did they want from you this

time?

BILL:

My body - what else?

ALICE doesn't find the remark particularly amusing.

BILL:

Hey, come on - all I did was talk to

them... Anyway, who was the guy _you_

were dancing with?

BILL is not that interested and just wants to change the subject.

ALICE:

Sandor?

BILL:

Sandor... Who is he?

ALICE:

A friend of the Zieglers.

BILL:

And what does he do?

ALICE:

I never actually found out?

BILL:

Rich?

ALICE:

Talked like he was.

BILL:

And what did he want?

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ALICE:

Sex. Upstairs. Then and there.

The pot makes ALICE think this is hilarious.

BILL:

Well, I guess that's understandable.

ALICE:

Understandable?

BILL:

Well, you're a beautiful woman.

ALICE:

Oh, I see. So does exhaustive

research show that every man I meet

wants to screw me?

BILL:

There might be some exceptions.

ALICE:

Does that mean that all men, with

_possibly_ _some_ _exceptions_, want to

screw all beautiful women, married or

otherwise?

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