The War of the Roses Page #2

"His house, his car, his wife, and his shoes."

Oliver didn't have the house yet,

but he was definitely moving up in the world.

He'd only been with the firm six months...

..when he decided to have the senior partners

over to his new apartment for dinner.

He had his eye on the future.

So did I.

Pretty lady, lovely lady

May I have this dance with you?

Can I hold...

Ah, what a night!

Elke, Elke. Wait a minute.

We're eating with elderly people now.

Keep that closed.

- Where you been? Come on!

- Oliver, this is Elke.

- Elke, this is Oliver.

- Hi.

Come on. Come on.

Here is to Oliver and Gavin...

..for a job well done

on Kentucky versus Brunswick Coal.

Hear, hear!

- Hell of a litigation.

- Thank you.

I couldn't have done it without you, Oliver.

This man has a face

juries can't help but believe.

Gavin told the state attorney general

that if he didn't settle,...

..next election he'd be running as a gelding.

-

Well, let's drink up.

- Good night, Mom.

- Oh! Good night, sweethearts.

- Mom?

- Yeah?

Can I take some more dessert to our room?

OK! Time for bed. Let's go.

- Guess not.

- Kiss... Kiss.

Kiss Daddy.

- Good night, sweetheart.

- Good night.

- Good night, buddy.

- Good night, Dad.

Sleep well.

I used to be chubby as a kid. Yeah.

- Let's eat.

- Yeah.

Oh, my!

Whatever flavour is this?

No, don't tell me. Let me think now. Uh...

- It isn't apples.

- You make something with apples.

- No. Unless you mean baked apples?

- Prunes?

No. Wait a minute. Um...

This is a very special taste...

- Raisins!

- It isn't pears.

Um... fresh fig with, uh... a little cognac.

- Figs! I never would have thought of figs!

- I never would have guessed.

- Mm. It's fantastic, isn't it, Elke?

- Mm-hm.

It's absolutely spectacular.

- Mrs Marshall, more wine?

- Please.

- Your crystal is lovely.

- Thank you.

- It's not Waterford.

- Baccarat.

Then we are paying our associates too much!

-

Actually, we got it quite reasonably.

It's... It's kind of an interesting story.

Why don't you tell it, Barb?

-

Well... we were in Paris...

It was our fifth anniversary.

Mm.

We'd had lunch in this wonderful place in

the market district, called the Pa-day Crishon.

- Pied de Cochon.

- Thanks.

We were wandering around

and we came upon the...

..Rue de Paradis,...

..where the Baccarat

has its factory and museum.

I didn't know about this before I met Oliver.

My mother bought her glasses at the A&P.

You know, the kind with the raised flowers

that always chipped off after a few weeks.

- They were always yellow, remember?

- Heh-heh-heh!

Anyway, here we were in this immense room

filled with all that Baccarat had ever made.

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