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Micheal Bateman | perfect... |
Micheal Bateman | children. |
Micheal Bateman | Are we here ? Yeah. |
Micheal Bateman | This is Dorsia ? Yes, dear. |
Micheal Bateman | Courtney, you're gonna have the peanut butter soup... |
Micheal Bateman | with smoked duck and mashed squash. |
Micheal Bateman | New York Matinee called it "a playful but mysterious little dish." |
Micheal Bateman | You'll love it. And then the red snapper with violets and pine nuts. |
Micheal Bateman | I think that'll follow nicely. |
Micheal Bateman | Mmm. Thanks, Patrick. |
Micheal Bateman | Patrick, thanks so much for looking after Courtney. |
Micheal Bateman | Dorsia. How impressive. |
Micheal Bateman | How on Earth did you get a reservation there ? |
Micheal Bateman | Lucky, I guess. |
Micheal Bateman | That's a wonderful suit. |
Micheal Bateman | Don't tell me. Don't tell me. Let me guess. |
Micheal Bateman | Mmm, Valentino Couture ? |
Micheal Bateman | Uh-huh. Hmm. |
Micheal Bateman | It looks so soft. Your compliment was sufficient, Luis. |
Micheal Bateman | Hello, Halberstram. Nice tie. How the hell are you ? |
Micheal Bateman | Allen has mistaken me for this dickhead, Marcus Halberstram. |
Micheal Bateman | It seems logical because Marcus also works at P&P, |
Micheal Bateman | and in fact does the same exact thing I do. |
Micheal Bateman | He also has a penchant for Valentino suits and Oliver Peoples glasses. |
Micheal Bateman | Marcus and I even go to the same barber, |
Micheal Bateman | although I have a slightly better haircut. |
Micheal Bateman | - How's the Ransom account going, Marcus ? - It's, uh, all right. |
Micheal Bateman | Really ? That's interesting. It's not, uh, not great. |
Micheal Bateman | - Oh, well, you know. - So, how's Cecilia ? |
Micheal Bateman | - She's a great girl. - Oh, yeah. I'm very lucky. |
Micheal Bateman | - Mm-hmm. - Hey, Allen, congratulations on the Fisher account. |
Micheal Bateman | - Thankyou, Baxter. - Listen, Paul. Squash. |
Micheal Bateman | Call me. How about Friday ? |
Micheal Bateman | No can do. I got an 8:30 res at Dorsia. |
Micheal Bateman | Greatsea urchin ceviche. |
Micheal Bateman | Dorsia on Friday night ? How'd he swing that ? |
Micheal Bateman | I think he's lying. |
Micheal Bateman | - Is that a gram ? - New card. |
Micheal Bateman | What do you think ? |
Micheal Bateman | Whoa-ho. Very nice. |
Micheal Bateman | Look at that. Picked them up from the printer's yesterday. |
Micheal Bateman | Good coloring. That's bone. |
Micheal Bateman | And the lettering is something called Silian Rail. |
Micheal Bateman | It's very cool, Bateman, but that's nothing. Look at this. |
Micheal Bateman | That is really nice. |
Micheal Bateman | Eggshell with Romalian type. What do you think ? |
Micheal Bateman | Nice. |
Micheal Bateman | Jesus. That is really super. How'da nitwit like you get so tasteful? |
Micheal Bateman | I can't believe that Bryce... |
Micheal Bateman | prefers Van Patten's card to mine. |
Micheal Bateman | But wait. You ain't seen nothin' yet. |
Micheal Bateman | Raised lettering, pale nimbus... white. |
Micheal Bateman | Impressive. Very nice. |
Micheal Bateman | Hmm. |
Micheal Bateman | Let's see Paul Allen's card. |
Micheal Bateman | Look at that subtle off-white coloring. |
Micheal Bateman | The tasteful thickness of it. |
Micheal Bateman | Oh, my God. It even has a watermark. |
Micheal Bateman | Is something wrong, Patrick ? |
Micheal Bateman | You're sweating. |
Micheal Bateman | Hello. Pat Bateman. |
Micheal Bateman | You want some, uh, money ? |
Micheal Bateman | Some food ? |
Micheal Bateman | - Is this what you need ? - I'm-I'm hungry. |
Micheal Bateman | Yeah. Cold out too, isn't it ? |
Micheal Bateman | Why don't you get a job ? If you're so hungry, why don't you get a job ? |
Micheal Bateman | I lost my job. |
Micheal Bateman | Why ? You drinking ? |
Micheal Bateman | Is that why you lost it ? Insider trading ? |
Micheal Bateman | Just joking. |
Micheal Bateman | Listen, what's your name ? Al. |
Micheal Bateman | Hmm ? Speak up. Come on. Al. |
Micheal Bateman | Get a goddamn job, Al. |
Micheal Bateman | You got a negative attitude. That's what's stopping you. |
Micheal Bateman | You gotta get your act together. I'll help you. |
Micheal Bateman | You are so kind, mister. You're a kind-- You're a kind man. |
Micheal Bateman | It's okay. I can tell. |
Micheal Bateman | Please, you gotta tell me what to do. You gotta help me. |
Micheal Bateman | I'm so cold, I'm hungry. |
Micheal Bateman | You know how bad you smell ? |
Micheal Bateman | You reek of shit. Do you know that ? |
Micheal Bateman | Al. |
Micheal Bateman | I'm sorry. It's just that-- |
Micheal Bateman | I don't know. |
Micheal Bateman | I don't have anything in common with you. |
Micheal Bateman | Oh. Oh, thankyou, mister. Thankyou. |
Micheal Bateman | I'm cold out here. |
Micheal Bateman | You know what a fucking loser you are ? What ? |
Micheal Bateman | What beautiful skin you have, Mr. Bateman. |
Micheal Bateman | So fine, so smooth. |
Micheal Bateman | I have all the characteristics of a human being-- |
Micheal Bateman | flesh, blood, skin, hair-- |
Micheal Bateman | but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, |
Micheal Bateman | except for greed and disgust. |
Micheal Bateman | Something horrible is happening inside of me, |
Micheal Bateman | and I don't know why. |
Micheal Bateman | My nightly bloodlust has overflowed into my days. |
Micheal Bateman | I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. |
Micheal Bateman | I think my mask of sanity is about to slip. |
Micheal Bateman | Hey, Mc Cloy, what do you say ? |