Eating Raoul Page #2
- He's gonna do it again.
- Paul, quick, get him in the bathroom.
- I'm sorry.
- Come on, come on.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
No, no. Some things
are private, man.
with something. This smell!
I just don't know why they let
swingers in the building.
Because they're so transient,
that's why.
switching off, moving in and out...
...and the landlords get to raise
the rent every 10 minutes.
Sexual liberation.
Just look what it's brought us.
That is exactly the sort of person
we'll refuse to serve in our restaurant.
Now what?
Hello? What article?
Oh, Bon Appetit. Yeah, that's me.
Yes, I have a few bottles of that.
No, I don't think I'd be interested.
All right, I tell you what, Mr. Peck.
If I do, I'll give you a call, okay?
- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Who was that?
Some wine collector from New York
staying at the Wilton.
Wanted to buy some of
my Chateau Lafitte. Fat chance.
That reminds me.
What are we drinking tonight?
James is from the Valley.
James. I forgot all about James. We
can't have that guy here if he comes.
Hello?
- Hello, can you hear me?
- Maybe he's asleep.
Hello?
Oh, my God.
Hey, come on, wake up.
You've gotta go now.
Come on, wake up.
He doesn't seem to be breathing.
- Do you think he drowned in the toilet?
- Well, he's not breathing.
What do you think?
- He's dead!
- Great. What do we do now?
- I don't know. Call the police?
- Well, call the police. Call the police!
Use the emergency number.
I hope they hurry.
Hello, officer, is this the police?
Yes, who do I speak to
to report a murder?
Not a murder, an accidental death.
Officer, I'm sorry,
an accidental death.
Guess what?
No. I think you have
the wrong number.
- What are you gonna do with him?
- Help him find his party.
Come on.
Good luck.
- Welcome to paradise.
- I've got to go.
Come on. What's your hurry?
Look at this place.
It's like a free candy store,
and you can eat any piece you find.
I've really got to go now. My wife...
Your wife.
How p*ssy-whipped can you get?
Look around you. Look at her.
She has eyes for you. She digs you.
- Really!
- She's your type too.
- You've seen it many times before.
- Yeah, but it's not the same one.
Look what he's stirring his drink with.
How gross!
I have to go. We're having a friend
for dinner, and if I don't get back...
Why are you so uptight, huh?
You're just trying to prevent yourself
from having a good time...
...from getting laid,
from getting free.
Right. Good night.
You look like you
need discipline, slave.
I have to go, really.
We're having a friend to dinner.
Lick my boot, pig!
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