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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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