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MAÃTRE D: Ah, good afternoon, sir, and how are we today? MR. CREOSOTE: Better. MAÃTRE D: Better? MR. CREOSOTE: Better get a bucket. I'm going to throw up. *** MAÃTRE D: And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint. MR. CREOSOTE: Nah. MAÃTRE D: Oh, sir, it's only a tiny, little, thin one. MR. CREOSOTE: No. Fuck off. I'm full. MAÃTRE D: Oh, sir. Hmm? MR. CREOSOTE: [groan] MAÃTRE D: It's only wafer thin. MR. CREOSOTE: Look. I couldn't eat another thing. I'm absolutely stuffed. Bugger off. MAÃTRE D: Oh, sir, just-- just one. MR. CREOSOTE: [groaning] All right. Just one. MAÃTRE D: Just the one, monsieur. Voilà . MR. CREOSOTE: [groaning] MAÃTRE D: Bon appétit. MR. CREOSOTE: [groaning] [suspenseful music] ..... you the end of this meal....
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