Bitter Moon Page #5

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Your American friend

and his wife.

Nigel.

Oh.

Just as long as he doesn't

park himself on us.

After what

he told you last night?

He wouldn't dare,

- would he?

- Nigel, old chap.

Good to see you.

This must be

your lovely wife.

Hi there,

I'm Oscar.

Mimi you already know,

don't you?

- Hi.

- Hello.

- So do you, Nigel, right?

- Mm-hmm, yeah. Hello.

Look, I hate to break up

a twosome,

but would you mind

if I joined you?

We had an invitation

to the captain's table.

Trouble is,

I'm allergic to beards.

Are you allergic to cripples?

Oh!

Well, after an intro like that,

how could we refuse?

Fine, it's settled, then.

Off you go, baby.

Thanks.

Have fun.

Mmm. Mimi doesn't share

my aversion.

In fact, she's not too choosy

in general.

Can't be.

She couldn't have married me.

What a girl.

Knocking 'em dead

as usual.

( chuckling )

Just wine for me, white.

Anything as long

as it's not retsina.

Yes, Mimi's very lovely.

But you-- I still don't know

your name, by the way.

Fiona.

Fiona. I hope you won't

think me forward,

but I find your own brand

of beauty more subtle.

It has that inimitably

British quality--

a kind of reticence that hints

at untapped potentiality.

- ( laughs )

- French Chablis, sir.

Nigel's been tapping

my potentialities for years.

Haven't you, Nigel?

Well, Nigel?

Well, come on,

your lovely wife

has just implied

that she's lost

all her mystery for you.

True or false?

No, I mean, I think there's

probably a corner of everyone

that remains to be explored.

Halfhearted,

but better than nothing.

Well, Fiona,

He's right, though.

Everyone has secret nooks

and crannies.

Every relationship,

no matter how harmonious,

contains seeds of farce,

tragedy.

Mmm.

I do not like the look

of that sky much.

I hope the weather's

going to hold.

Jesus, don't tell me

you're taking refuge

in the weather.

You know what I hope?

I hope the ship goes down

and we're all marooned

on a desert island.

I'd wind up

the sole survivor.

That's charming.

And why do you say that?

Because no one would be

tempted to cannibalize

my shriveled carcass.

( Oscar laughing )

I hope he hasn't

been boring you.

No, not at all.

Your husband

has a great sense of humor.

Black humor,

but still, he's been keeping us

thoroughly entertained.

- Oscar:
See, baby?

- Mimi:
See what?

Our British friends

find me entertaining.

In small doses, perhaps.

But now we must

leave them in peace.

Ah, indeed.

Thanks for taking care

of him.

Fiona:

Not at all.

Ah, Fiona,

I've already imposed on you,

but may I beg a favor?

As I'm sure he told you,

Nigel and I had a chat

last night.

I found him

such stimulating company.

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