Compulsion Page #2

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The belly rules the mind.

No, her mind rules your belly.

You could always join me

for takeout at the Red Lantern.

You know what they say

about fast food,

it's like pornography.

Not much of a substitute

for the real thing,

but ready and available

when you need it.

Hello.

(sigh)

Ames, this is a big account.

It's a big fat account.

Big enough to pay for

all these renovations account.

Do you know how hard it is

to roast an organic partridge

without the proper

convection oven?

Honey, they fixed

my countertop, but...

Hey, buddy.

..the lighting.. is all wrong.

Looks great to me.

Well, not when you're

standing behind the island.

It needs to be more... glamorous.

Call the electrician.

No one listens to me.

Did you miss me?

I missed you.

That's my boy.

How were the truffles?

They were parigord.

The best.

Did they overpower

the partridge?

Definitely not.

Was the partridge young enough,

tender enough?

Just like you, babe.

Well, maybe not quite that tender.

Are you sure I haven't

gotten too tough,

too meaty?

Well, it didn't seem that way to me,

last time I had a taste.

It's been a few days.

Maybe you should make sure.

Time to play find the hidden spice.

(chuckling)

Are you focusing?

Mm-hm.

Sweet aroma.

Solid structure.

Come on, baby.

Let's go to the couch.

No, no, let's stay here.

You can smell the wild truffles.

Wild truffles, huh?

(moaning)

You like that?

(heavy breathing)

(moaning)

Ohh...

Oh! Oh, you found it!

(moaning)

That's the missing spice.

(crash)

Oh, Fred!

(gasps)

Oh, God.

Hey. What are you doing?

I gotta glue it back together.

It's my favourite set.

What about me?

I just don't understand

why Saffron would leave.

According to her agent,

she was up for a lot of parts,

her magazine articles

were gobbled up

by thousands of women.

Agents will say anything.

Another struggling actress.

A bit shy on the leading roles.

So you took an interest

in her career?

(beeping)

My oven.

Excuse me, detective,

I have a souffl that needs rescuing.

It wasn't my fault.

I would rather

DIE IN A GUTTER:

than come back to this hellhole!

It wasn't my fault!

I would rather die in a gutter...

than come back to this hellhole.

(muffled talking)

I would rather die in a gutter

than come back to this hellhole.

Okay.

You take me for granted.

Half the entire staff got laid off.

It wasn't my fault.

Uuugh!

You take me for granted.

Half the entire staff got laid off.

It wasn't my fault.

It wasn't my fault.

Half the entire staff

got laid off. It's not...

it... It wasn't my fault.

Aaahhh!

Uugh.

F***!

I can't do this.

I can't do it.

I can't.

(Crying)

Saffron, you have

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