Cellar Dweller Page #2

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(Phillip:
) Hey.

Hi.

What do you think?

(Whitney):
It's...

It's very nice, that's...

That's a cow in there,

huh?

It's very nice.

It's angst.

Sorry.

- Phillip Lemley.

- Whitney Taylor.

Enchanted.

Likewise.

Aren't you a little old

for comics, Whitney?

Aren't you a little young

to be a critic, Phillip?

You're right.

I'm sorry.

So I guess we have

something in common, huh?

Really?

What's that?

A great big thorn

in our side:
Mrs. Briggs.

She doesn't think

much of me, either.

Why not?

Because I'm brilliant.

But alas, my lady,:

I am just a mere

child and a

pawn of the cruel trappings

of our Mrs. Briggs.

- Come on.

- Where?

To my opening.

- Your opening?

- Yes.

Every evening

a group of us gather

to critique each

other's work.

It's the one time we're supposed

to share what we're doing.

And I'm sure you'll find the

comments most enlightening.

(Mrs. Briggs):
The excess

of flamboyance of the

coloration of your

painting detracts

from the power

of the narrative

and the true glory

of the painting.

Could you repeat

that in English?

It's elegant.

Powerful.

And deceptively simple.

It has this

amazing otherness.

Alright, give me the paintings

or the broad gets it.

I'm flattered; you really think

they're that valuable?

(gunshot)

(screams)

What on earth

are you doing?!

Can it, lad?!

Now hand them over.

I really mean business.

Jesus, Phillip,

give him the paintings!

Nu.

No, he's bluffing.

Don't count on it, lady.

You're not going

to shoot her.

You want to take that chance?

That gun you're so proud

of is a .357 Magnum.

Give the lady a cigar.

- Sn whit?

-...

The cylinder

holds six bullets.

You just fired one.

The rest of the

cells are empty.

That gun isn't even loaded.

You are very observant.

Very.

I want to thank

you all very much.

I can continue with

my scene now.

You've been very,

very helpful.

- Thank you.

- Oh, Norman, you fool!

(Mrs. Briggs):
You've

destroyed a work of...

- Lisa, what is that-

- That's Norman Michelsky.

Ex-private eye and

tomorrow's Raymond Chandler.

(laughter)

Sometimes he gets

blocked and he says

it helps to act things out

so we humor him.

(giggling)

I just treat it as an exercise.

(whirring)

Well, Whitney Taylor,

it's been a long time.

Not nearly long enough,

Amanda.

Still drawing the funnies?

Some people never

outgrow certain things.

Some things get

better with age, Amanda.

I've stuck with the drawing.

Of course you have.

I always knew you would.

You had such

a knack for kitsch.

I see you've changed

directions again.

When our paths

first crossed

you were, what, the reigning

queen of the sculpture world?

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