"WELCOME TO AN EVENING OF ARTISTIC DINING AT LE PUDDLE DOG"


WOMAN

Yeah, I know. Some places look good, then serve you dog food - or worst!


MAN

I'll tell you now. I'm not paying for Doggy Chow. I am sick of garbage. Did I ever show you, I've got giant taste buds? Really - look -.

(OPENS HIS MOUTH VERY WIDE TO DISPLAY
HIS TONGUE. SHE LOOKS IN.)


WOMAN

Where? I don't see anything.


MAN

Aaaaahhhhh! Yeah - yeah - the fat polyphs like - .


WOMAN

Oooh, I see 'em! Wow - Bet you can taste everything with those.


MAN

Damn right! Every little molecule of gravy. Better be good, that's all.


(THE WAITER BRINGS A BOTTLE OF RED WINE,
SHOWS THE LABEL, UNCORKS THE BOTTLE
EXPERTLY, AND POURS A TASTE INTO THE MAN'S
GLASS. HE SAMPLES IT.)

Not bad.


WAITER
(ARCHES EYEBROWS.)

Sir, this is a Mouton Frothsguild, 1872. A superbbbb wine!


MAN

I said, it's notttt bad. But there's a tiny, teeny bit of termite poop in it.


WAITER

Termite poop?!


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