Taylor Mead: I know, let’s pretend this coffee is champagne.
Bill Rice: Why would we do that?
T: Well, to celebrate life. You know. Like the rich, elegant people do. The classy people.
B: I prefer coffee. Simple, working man’s coffee.
T: Oh, you’re so provincial Bill.
[…]
T: I propose a toast.
B: So what should we toast?
T: Oh, god… Paris, in the 1920’s. Josephine Baker, the Moulin Rouge. Q’est-ce que c’est… [mutters, trails off]
B: And also, New York, in the 70’s. The late 70’s.
T: Really? Oh, alright.
[they touch cups]
B: Cheers.
T: Cheers.
[they sip their coffee]
B: Mmm. Délicieux, isn’t it?
T: Oh, champagne; nectar of the Gods.
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