The Last Time Page #5

So, is this where | you spend your lunch hour?

No, I eat at a caf down the street,

but I had some extra time | so I thought I'd waste it in here.

Well, it's a nice place.

Yeah. Yeah, it's really nice. | They have a great collection.

So, Jaime tells me you're | the number one salesman in the company.

I'm not too surprised. | I met a few of the other guys.

- I'm not so sure that's a compliment. | - It is.

So, what's your secret?

Maybe Jaime can pick up on it.

As long as he's young, all you | gotta do is ignore your conscience.

I see.

So you're one of those dark, | brooding introspective types.

Now I understand.

Understand what?

Nothing.

Here.

You should try reading some Berlin. | He's also dark and brooding.

Yeah. Rimbaud is more my speed.

- You know your French poets. | - I wasn't always a salesman.

So, come on, tell me. I'm a big girl. | What's Jaime doing wrong at work?

I mean, at his last company | he was the biggest star.

For starters, he's too happy.

He wants to be best buddies | with all of his clients.

I warned him that love-for-life act | wouldn't fly here.

The guy draws cartoons on my lead sheets.

Yeah. He loves that art class.

So,

what's your story?

Did you want to move out here to New York?

I mean, you don't seem like | the doting housewife type.

No. I don't know how much doting I do. | I'm not even sure I know how.

Back home I ran a small art gallery.

Oh, well, thus Jaime's art classes.

We were hoping moving to New York | would give us a fresh start.

We've been engaged three different times.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, I'm pretty confident | things will work out this time.

Or at least until some other guy | sodomizes him out of my memory.

Hey, you know what?

Jaime tells me everything.

Yeah, well, maybe he shouldn't.

You know...

- You know, when I said... | - Don't worry about it.

I gotta go. See you.

Firm handshake. Look them in the eye. | Smile, smile, smile. That's three smiles.

Ten Tips for Solution Selling, | it's always been there for me.

Yeah, when I started selling three years | ago, I read every one of these f***ing books.

You've only been selling for three years?

Every schmuck I know, selling tampons | to tobacco, thinks this sh*t works.

- Hey. | - None of this sh*t works.

It does so.

Yeah. Really? | Well, then where are all your sales?

All right, Mr. Number One Salesman, | what's your advice?

F*** you. That's my advice.

Ted, look. Whoa, whoa, whoa. | I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm just a little edgy. | I admit it. All right?

I got Whitman on my back. | I got bills piling up.

I got Belisa giving me advice now.

What kind of advice?

Well, for one thing, she thinks that | I'm being too friendly with the clients,

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