Sideways Page #3

CHRISTINE:

(taking Miles's hand)

It'll just take a second.

INT. ERGANIAN KITCHEN - DAY

Jack and the Erganians surround Miles as he eats from a plate

with two pieces of CAKE -- one white, one dark.

MRS. ERGANIAN

Jack tells us you are publishing a

book. Congratulations.

MR. ERGANIAN

Yes, congratulations.

Miles shoots Jack a look. Mr. Erganian gets some ice cubes

from the refrigerator door.

MILES:

Yeah, well, it's not exactly finalized

yet, but, um, there has been some

interest and --

MRS. ERGANIAN

(to Jack)

Your friend is modest.

JACK:

Yeah, Miles, don't be so modest.

Indulge them. Don't make me out to

be a liar.

MR. ERGANIAN

What subject is your book? Non-

fiction?

MILES:

No, it's a novel. Fiction. Although

there's a lot from my own life, so I

guess technically some of it is non-

fiction.

MR. ERGANIAN

Good, I like non-fiction. There is

so much to know about the world that

I think reading a story someone just

invented is kind of a waste of time.

CHRISTINE:

So which one do you like better?

MILES:

I like them both, but if pressed I'd

have to say I prefer the dark.

JACK:

(to Christine)

See?

INT. SAAB - CONTINUOUS

IN A REAR VIEW MIRROR --

The Erganians wave good-bye.

INSIDE THE CAR --

Miles accelerates as he and Jack wave back.

JACK:

Where the f*** were you, man? I was

dying in there. We were supposed to

be a hundred miles away by now.

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