Sideways Page #4

MILES:

I can't help the traffic.

JACK:

Come on. You're f***ing hungover.

MILES:

Okay, there was a tasting last night.

But I wanted to get us some stuff

for the ride up. Check out the box.

Jack turns around, and starts rooting around in a CARDBOARD

WINE BOX.

MILES:

Why did you tell them my book was

being published?

JACK:

You said you had it all lined up.

MILES:

No, I didn't. What I said was that

my agent had heard there was some

interest at Conundrum...

JACK:

Yeah, Conundrum.

MILES:

...and that one of the editors was

passing it up to a senior editor.

She was supposed to hear something

this week, but now it's next week,

and... It's always like this. It's

always a f***ing waiting game. I've

been through it too many times

already.

JACK:

I don't know. Senior editor? Sounds

like you're in to me.

MILES:

It's a long shot, all right? And

Conundrum is just a small specialty

press anyway. I'm not getting my

hopes up. I've stopped caring. That's

it. I've stopped caring.

Jack sits back in his seat holding up a bottle of CHAMPAGNE

and TWO GLASSES.

JACK:

But I know it's going to happen this

time. I can feel it. This is the

one. I'm proud of you, man. You're

the smartest guy I know.

Jack now begins to remove the foil from the champagne bottle.

MILES:

Don't open that now. It's warm.

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