Christine Brochant:
Did you cancel your dinner?
Pierre Brochant:
[putting ice on his back after pulling a muscle]
My God, that's cold!
Christine Brochant:
So, did you cancel?
Pierre Brochant:
A sore back needs heat.
Christine Brochant:
Dr. Sorbier said ice.
Pierre Brochant:
You reached him?
Christine Brochant:
In his car. He'll be here soon.
Pierre Brochant:
Great. I need a drink. A splash of scotch.
Christine Brochant:
[going to pour his drink]
Did your sore back make you deaf?
Pierre Brochant:
No, I didn't cancel.
Christine Brochant:
You're still going to that sinister dinner?
Pierre Brochant:
It's great fun. You think it's sinister; don't sulk just because I enjoy it!
Christine Brochant:
Come on. Stay with me. You know I'm not feeling well.
Pierre Brochant:
So come with me for a change. You'll have a blast.
Christine Brochant:
Making fun of some poor guy?
Pierre Brochant:
But he's an idiot! Idiots are fair game.
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