Bitter Feast Page #2

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He's taking over

the kitchen.

- I'm fired?

- My hands are tied.

- Gordon, this is my life.

- Dude,

you're a talented guy,

a little pretentious

scratch that.

You're a lot pretentious.

I agree with Franks

on that one.

Anyway,

you'll land on your feet.

- I am the Destroyer!

I'm gonna get you, Peter!

I am the Destroyer!

No! Stop!

No!

I've really hurt my ankle.

Johnny, stop, come on.

- Silence!

Crunch!

- I'd give you

the ocean

I'd give you the sky

if I could

I'd push it all back

between the sidewalk cracks

of your neighborhood

Neighborhood

Soldiers of misfortune

Fight for something

they can't see

- How is everything?

- Pardon?

- Do you, uh,

need anything else?

- I'd love a little joy.

- Excuse me?

- Maybe a bowl or a dish,

a plate,

a trough of joy

would be wonderful.

- L...

I don't understand.

- I know.

Can I get the

can I get the check, please?

- "Of all the items offered

on the menu at Le Suc,

"they left off

the only one I would order

"if ever I paid

a return visit.

"That item would be

a time machine,

"with which I would go back

"to recapture

the hour and seven minutes

"Chef Daniel Berlow

pilfered from me

on my first visit."

Another scathing review.

How nice.

- Public demands raw meat.

I just give it to them.

- "L learned that

'Le Suc' means 'juice,'

"so I can't say the experience

was an entire wash.

"As for the food,

one word:

vomitus."

Vomitus?

Is that even a word?

- Yep.

- How can you write this sh*t?

- Just playing my role, babe.

- And what role would that be?

- The Iron Sheik.

- The who?

- The Iron Sheik,

professional wrestling.

He's the villain.

He's the guy who keeps

Sergeant Slaughter in check,

lest the public get restless.

- I see.

Whatever happened

to your novel?

You know, the one...

- Yeah, I remember the one.

- I thought it was good.

- It was sh*t.

- I guess

I'm gonna hit the hay.

I got to be there early

tomorrow, so...

- Okay.

- I'll be at

Saint Luke's-Roosevelt.

I left the number

on the fridge.

- Mm-hmm.

- When they give me a room,

I'll call and give you

the direct line, all right?

I wish you were coming

with me.

- I don't like hospitals.

- I know.

I just

- Hey, I'm on a deadline.

I'll be there to pick you up.

What?

Are you ever going to look

for a job, by the way?

'Cause you spend a lot of time

just standing around

the apartment in your underwear

looking at me like that,

kind of hanging out

over my shoulder.

- Do you even want

another child?

- Jesus Christ.

- I need to hear you say it.

Because if you think

that I enjoy going in

for these treatments,

all the poking

and prodding and

- Then don't.

Don't.

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