The Rich Are Different....
wrote F. Scott Fitzgerald. Yeah, they can afford to spend four god-damned dollars on a glass of Orange Juice! This is the Don Cesar in St. Petersburg Florida. F. Scott Fitzgerald stayed there once many years ago and I stayed there for three days last month. If I ever get a fortune to rival Jay Gatsby's I might visit again. But four dollars...... Jeez!
3 Comments:
VINCENT
Did you just order a four-dollar
O.J?
MIA
Sure did.
VINCENT
Orange Juice?
Juice of the fruit?
MIA
Uh-huh.
VINCENT
It costs four dollars?
BUDDY
Yep.
VINCENT
You don't put bourbon in it or
anything?
BUDDY
Nope.
VINCENT
Just checking.
Buddy comes back with the drinks. Mia wraps her lips around
the straw of her Juice.
MIA
Yummy!
VINCENT
Can I have a sip of that? I'd like
to know what a four-dollar orange juice
tastes like.
MIA
Be my guest.
She slides the juice over to him.
MIA
You can use my straw, I don't have
kooties.
Vincent smiles.
VINCENT
Yeah, but maybe I do.
MIA
Kooties I can handle.
He takes a sip.
VINCENT
Goddamn! That's pretty fuckin'
good orange juice
MIA
Told ya.
VINCENT
I don't know if it's worth five
dollars, but it's pretty fuckin'
good.
He slides the juice back.
Then the first of an uncomfortable silence happens.
That's right BAMF! I forgot about that scene from Pulp Fiction. If the Don Cesar had played "Rumble" by Link Wray in the background my orange juice would have tasted much better.
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