And While We Were Here Page #5

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who wouldn't go on a leash

so she had to sit on a bicycle seat.

They stay with me, too.

Jane.

Janey?

Got some pastries.

You still asleep?

Jane?

"Jane-Let's get lunch Call me

when you wake up-Leonard"

My friends had lots of

American boyfriends...

and they used to bring us nylon

stockings and chocolates...

and all sorts of things.

And we used to go to London and...

we saw Glen Miller one time.

Oh, we used to go all over the place.

They were wonderful times.

I never had an American boyfriend.

I liked some of them.

They were nice boys, but...

I didn't want to leave my mum and dad.

I wish I had sometimes.

Know when you were 19

and the world just felt so open...

and carefree and full of possibility?

He reminded me of that.

Of that time.

- You were 19 when we met.

- Yeah.

I wouldn't have described you

as carefree back then. Not at all.

Well, I felt nostalgia...

or something for youth.

You're not old, Jane.

We ran out on the bill.

You just ran out... What do you mean

you ran out on a bill?

Perhaps I'm not explaining it well.

It was...

it was fun.

It was just fun.

How was work?

The conductor is...

actually a descendant of Walter Legge,

which is fascinating.

The three of us should plan a dinner

before we leave.

I'd like that.

Jane?

Oh, my God.

This is Caleb.

- Hi.

- Leonard. We were just talking about you.

We were. That's so weird.

- Sit. Please, sit down. Join us.

- Yeah.

Well...

- What are the chances of that?

- I know, right?

I've actually got to

get back pretty soon.

That's okay. I already ate,

so I'll just grab a coffee or something.

Can I have the check, please?

Oh, no, thank you.

Jane?

Jane?

You don't smoke.

Yes,

do.

Sometimes, at parties.

I didn't know that.

Well, I don't do it a lot.

Italian food's so overrated.

I love it.

There's no variety.

English food on the other hand...

Say what you like about it...

but there's nothing like

a good steak and kidney pie.

I went to this party the other day,

in this villa...

owned by this old drunk ex-pat and...

they had like a private

chef and everything...

and they were serving

this like loaf of meat...

covered in sauce with

all these other loaves.

This girl came over to

me and said it was cat.

- No!

- No joke.

Like a roasted mommy

cat and her kittens.

That is disgusting.

True story.

Why don't you tell Leonard

one of your viola jokes?

Go on.

You sound like my aunt.

Come on. Let's hear one.

I have one.

What is the definition

of "perfect pitch"?

What?

When you throw a viola into the dumpster

without hitting the rim.

- You didn't just make that up! It's too good!

- I did. I did.

Well, I'm impressed and I'm stealing it.

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