The first 200 lines.
Come on.
Just fuck me.
Maybe we should wait.
Wait for what?
For the next time we see each other.
What?
Oh, no.
Now I just feel like, um... Like a whore.
That's no good.
Is this your go-to move or something?
You just hook me in,
and make me believe that you're this gentleman.
I never said I was a gentleman.
But I'm not playing games.
Well, sometimes games can be fun.
OK.
- Let's do it. Let's fuck. - No, it's too late.
It's too late.
I think... I think you're right.
Let's wait. It's a great idea.
- Oh yeah? - Mm-hm.
Hm.
Maybe you could hold me down while you do it.
- Tighter. - Tighter.
- Jefe? - Yeah?
Luis just finished. Cleaned up.
What, you got a party to go to? Fiesta?
- Si. - Ah.
- Night, Frank. - Bye-bye, sweetheart.
I'm going to the Tiki Bar later if you wanna come.
Yeah. Maybe. I'll let you know.
L'addition, s'il vous plaît.
Oh, merci.
Happy Halloween.
Voilà.
Oh my God.
Is that caviar?
Ossetra, from the Black Sea.
What else is in this? This is...
fucking incredible.
Crème fraîche. French butter. Sea salt. Chives. Brioche bread.
Actually, the name of your place, Rue Galilée,
I lived on that block once.
Me, too.
No shit?
Yeah. It's where I learned to cook when I was a kid.
Dropped out of high school,
bought a plane ticket with the money I'd saved up baking pizzas in Queens, and...
flew to France.
What?
You're pretty cool, Frank.
Ooh! I just love this tequila! It does wonders for the nerves.
Hm-hmm.
OK. Lick.
Mmm.
This restaurant is exquisite, Frank.
And you are a doll for arranging the reservation.
I was the sous-chef here for five years, so they take care of me.
You still haven't told me why you're here.
Tina Turner has a house in Nice,
and Architectural Digest is sending me to write about it.
Oh, wow.
I love the South of France.
Tina has a one-night-only show tonight,
so I'm getting a ride in her jet tomorrow.
After Tina, I'm off to Paris for some fun.
Where are you staying?
At Alan's spare flat.
Oh.
He sends his regards, by the way.
Tell him that I say hello.
So... Lola tells me that you're classically trained.
I mean, I learned on the job in France, which I guess would qualify.
I didn't go to cooking school. I started young.
How young?
- 16. - Mm.
Quite an image.
I can't wait to taste your food.
It would be my pleasure.
Perhaps I could bring Wayne before I leave tomorrow.
- Wayne? - Newton.
Seriously?
He's absolutely lovely.
Would you like to meet him?
Yeah, I'll be there. Thanks.
But I'll be at school all day.
Not my fault, Lola.
You don't need to be there.
- Mother. - What?
Stop being patronizing.
Frank... was I being patronizing?
Yeah, you were.
But that's alright.
You OK?
What you did with my mom, calling her out...
You really looked out for me. I'm not used to it.
Hmm... Well, get used to it.
Goodnight, Lola.
Do you fall in love easily, Frank?
No. Do you?
I just don't think I'm gonna be any good at this.
You know... I've been married.
I was sure she was the one, even though I really barely knew her.
And I dove right in.
Do it.
What I'm saying is...
the way you're feeling right now, this fear...
I'm with you.
She's coming? Really?
Your mother? That's cool, alright.
Well, listen, I-I, uh, I know how to navigate those waters.
So, listen. How about this? How about this?
How about, uh, I take you both out? You and your mother.
Right? Because it's not every day
a girl graduates from college. That's a big deal.
- Well, I graduated last month. - Alright.
- She doesn't like insurance salesmen. - Wow, whoa. Really?
Yeah, I don't sell insurance, so...
She doesn't like men who look like David Schwimmer.
David Schwimmer? I am David Schwimmer.
Just kidding.
So, y-y-you find a job yet?
Because that's tough, right, right out of college?
Well, there's not much of a market for aspiring fashion designers in Vegas
who don't make stripper heels or thongs, so no.
You're mad funny!
Stripper heels... I don't know, though. I wouldn't be so sure.
- Oh, yeah? - There's a place next door. KVD.
You ever heard of it?
Yeah. There's one Downtown, too. Yeah, it's cool.
So check this out.
The owner has made a real effort to showcase Vegas-based talent.
So he's set up this fashion incubator to help him out with that.
Let me guess. If I come back with you tonight,
and we see where the night takes us,
maybe you'll introduce to me to the owner.
No, what I will do is set you up with the person
who decides who'll be the designer for the incubator.
- You know her? - Do I know her? Yeah, I know her.
She works for me. I'm the owner.
- Oh. - Is your work any good?
Yeah, yeah. I, uh, I just had my show, my thesis show.
Oh for real? Alright. Yeah, well, I'll set up a studio visit.
- You're not kidding? - No. I don't kid about that stuff, no.
Why are you offering me this?
Maybe because you're being mean to me. And I like it.
I like a little sass. And it's not an offer, OK?
It's just... it's just an interview.
And I should make it clear that I don't sleep with anyone who works for me.
- I learned that lesson the hard way. - Mm-hm.
- There you go. - Keith Winkleman.
That's right.
If you're interested, call me on Monday, alright?
- If I'm interested, then I will. - Alright.
- Hi, sweetie. - You with Patricia?
No, she's still up in her room. I've been here for over an hour.
- Are you close by? - Yeah, turn to your left.
Hello, handsome man.
Who was the mook?
The mook?
Yeah, that tool that was trying to fuck you.
Come on. He was harmless.
Ah. I guess it's fine.
Are you OK?
Well, they closed the deal, so, you know...
New owners, new chef, new everything.
It's done.
- I'm sorry. - Yeah.
You knew it was coming.
I'll be fine.
Yeah, of course you will.
We're gonna miss our reservation.
I'm gonna try shaming her out of her room.
Hey...
You look beautiful.
Is it too late to make an adjustment to the menu?
I was thinking salmon might be a nice second option.
Dinner's in two hours.
Yes?
That's not gonna happen.
Maybe we could just add a second entrée option, then, without meat.
No problem.
Yeah. OK. Amazing.
I can't wait. It's... I'm really excited.
Do you wanna get a drink afterwards?
I will try not to be a fuck-up. OK.
You, too. Bye.
- Hey. - Hey.
Who was that?
- My new boss. - What?
I got a job!
Wow. Alright. With who?
It's working with this fashion incubator,
and they just pay young designers to come up with clothes for their store.
Congratulations.
Thank you very much.
You're not working for that douchebag, huh?
No, for this woman.
- But it's where he works, right? - He doesn't work there.
He just owns the company.
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