Sliver Page #3

- You know, you look like...

- Yeah, the girl that...

- Naomi.

- Yeah.

Somebody's already told you.

I guess they would have.

- Were you friends?

- Well, sort of.

I mean, she was only here about a year.

And most of that time, I was in Milan.

Ass-pinching Italians.

My bum is still blue.

I couldn't believe it, though.

I mean,

she just didn't seem like the type.

- Were you here when she...

- Yeah.

She came over

to borrow some coffee the night before.

- I didn't have any.

- Caffeine withdrawal.

That would do it to me.

That's my agent. He's a slimy bastard.

Just a goddamned second,

all right, Michael?

Hey. Thanks.

Right. So see you around.

If you ever need

any coffee or anything...

Just make sure you don't run out.

Mr. Brown. That's original.

And where's he staying?

The Regency Arms?

Okay.

And what's his room number?

Yeah, well, they all say

they're producers or sheiks.

Hi, putz. I'm giving you

your last chance for Pavarotti.

Hey, isn't Pearl Jam

some sort of oriental sex thing?

Yummy.

Carla, this is Zeke Hawkins calling.

I hope you remember me.

I live in the building, too.

We met in the lobby when you were

moving in last weekend?

Anyway, listen, I was just calling

to let you know that if you...

you know, need any help

with anything...

I've got some pull

with the manager, so...

don't be afraid to give me a call.

I'm at home most of the day.

My number's 555-31-26.

All righty? Okay, bye.

Hi, it's Peter. We are moving up

the pub date on the Dean book.

Just thought I'd call

and let you know. Bye.

Yeah, but what about

the appointment with Sony in Osaka?

Oh, well, I'll do it anytime they will.

I mean, I have to see them.

They're state-of-the-art.

...defensive system

is extraordinarily developed.

Acute schizophrenic, non-paranoid.

Classic Jekyll-and-Hyde syndrome.

Clearly a great danger to women.

No, no, no.

It's so good to hear your voice.

...we could rent one.

Well, that's an idea.

Hi, Zeke. It's Carla Norris.

Thanks for your call. I...

If I ever get unpacked around here...

I was thinking of having

a cocktail party on Friday night.

Sometime after 6:00.

And I was wondering

if you'd like to come.

Okay, I hope that you do. Bye-bye.

Brother!

- Oh, you think that was funny?

- Yeah.

I didn't think that was funny.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I know.

I'm sorry.

You're right, it wasn't funny. I...

It was a real dumb-ass thing to do.

Really, I'm sorry.

Can we start over again? Huh?

What for? I really don't see the point.

- Hey, did you get the books?

- Yeah.

- Did you read them?

- No.

Yeah, you did. You can't fool me.

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