Suburban Girl Page #2
Sage advice.
Hilda?
What did you say your last name was?
Eisenberg.
Dear God! You're not related to...
- I'm her grand-niece.
- Hilda Eisenberg?
- Yes.
- I adored Hilda!
You know, the first time I met her
was at Botn's in Madrid.
It was Hemingway's favorite restaurant,
famous for its suckling pig,
and Hilda got incredibly drunk
and she bet me that she could punt
the pig carcass
across the entire length of the dining room,
which she did.
Won a hell of a lot of pesetas.
I used that in my book.
- You wrote a book?
- One.
Years ago.
It's on Amazon's endangered species list.
Dear Hilda. She was
the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
Let me see your face.
I can see her in your eyes.
(ARCHIE CHATTERING)
BRETT:
This is me.You live in Hilda's old apartment?
- You've been here?
- Many, many nights, yeah.
Her parties were legendary.
Well, she left it in the family
and I have temporary custody.
I have a boyfriend.
I have a goldfish.
Well, then...
Is he in there? The boyfriend.
No. Actually, he's...
He's over there.
- Papaya King?
- Europe.
He's finding himself.
Why did he have to travel 3,000 miles
What do I know?
Good night, Pumpkin.
Good night.
- BRETT:
Hey.- Good morning, Brett.
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PHONE)
JASON:
Uh-huh.Uh-huh.
Okay, so what's the cost difference between
a partial ocean view and a full ocean view?
Excuse me?
Let me speak to my boss
and get back to you. Damn!
Why are you in my office?
I knew no one was gonna tell you,
but I'm not gonna get stuck with it.
- Am I fired?
- Just go up to your boss's office
and speak to Faye. She'll explain everything.
- Who's Faye?
- Reservations, please.
Oh, it feels good. The burn.
The burn feels good.
Can you give me a hand here?
- You must be Katie.
- I'm Brett.
Oh, right. The one with the office.
Well, Brett, it's nice to meet you.
I'm your new boss, Faye Faulkner.
Yes. That Faulkner.
- What happened to Dorrie?
- Dorrie's dead.
(LAUGHS)
Metaphorically speaking, of course.
You see, Dorrie was
the victim of her own futile search
for something that no longer exists.
A great novelist.
Sorry about your office, by the way.
My assistant Jason needed some privacy
to make sure the transition went smoothly,
but I'll be sure you get it back
in a week or so.
Sure. It's no problem.
In the meantime, just go about your work
until the evaluation process ends, hmm?
Okay.
Oh, wait. One more thing.
(PHONE RINGING)
Faye Faulkner.
Jean-Claude.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
It's a private invitation
to a Bergdorf sale tonight.
Forty off. Enjoy.
- What happened?
- Dorrie got fired.
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