J：
Hello Bill. Did you have a nice nap?
B:
I couldn’t sleep.
J:
I’m sorry to hear that.
B:
I’ll come down.
What’s going on? Hmm? I saw you kiss Susan.
J:
Yes. I saw you see me.
B:
Well, you are at the wrong place at the wrong time and with the wrong woman.
J:
I’ll be the judge of that.
B:
I’m her father
J:
With all due respect Bill. I’m not asking your
B: [shouting]
You goddamn well should!
You walk into my life.
You give me the worst news a guy can get.
You have me dancing on heads of pin with my business, my family.
Now you’re spooning with my daughter?
J:
“Spooning”?
B:
[shouting] Yes!
And stop repeating every thing I say to turn it into a question.
Spooning, fooling around and god knows what.
Oh, you arrive on the scene… Why you picked me? I still don’t understand.
J:
I chose you for your verve.
Your excellence and your ability to instruct.
You’ve lived a first-rate life, and I find it eminently usable.
B:
What do you want?
Everybody wants something, Joe.
You’ve been taking me from pillar to post here.
And I thought who you were, and it wasn’t a lot of fun, but it was almost bearable.
But now, I’m getting something else from you, something very, very strange.
What is it that you want?
J:
I’m only living Parrish by words, looking for that “ounce of excitement,” that whisper of thrill there is no “sense living your life without.” You know what I mean, Bill?
B:
You are violating the laws of the universe.
J:
This universe?
B:
Any universe that exists or ever existed.
You may be the pro, Joe, but I know who you are, and you are all fucked up.
J:
I don’t like your tone, and I don’t like your references.
B:
And I don’t give a shit.
J:
Perhaps it’s time to remind you this is not simply a dispute with a putative suitor. This is me. So be careful, Bill.
B:
Cut all that “Bill” crap out, you son of a bitch.
J:
I’ll say it again. Be careful Bill.