INT: Diner: Day
A blond haired guy looking about 17 or 18, walks into a well kept diner.
He’s appealing and wearing khakis, with a button collar shirt. He walks up to the receptionist and says:
Phil
Excuse me, um I think there was a table reserved for me…
Under the name….
Waitress
..Darce?
Phil
…yeah. Is ….Mr. Darce here yet?
Waitress
Yeah, he is.
(Looking behind her) Booth…nine.
Right over there.
Phil.
Thanks.
Phil heads over towards booth nine.
Phil
(Sitting down) ..Hi.
Mitchel
Hi. Phil I presume. (extending his hand for a hand shake.)
Mitchel has light brown hair and wears a blue leather jacket.
His hair is short and combed forward.
Phil
(Shaking Mitchel’s hand) yeah.
Now I could call you Mr. Darce, but I think
That would be a bit too formal.
Mitchel
Yes it would. My names Mitchel.
Phil
OK. ….Mitchel Darce….that’s uh…that’s a good name.
Phil looks behind him, his attention called by overt laughter.
He sees a group of attractive young teens, socializing. He recoils quickly and seems to hunch over a bit too avoid being seen.
Mitchel
Who are they?
Phil
Oh them?…uh I don’t know.
Mitchel
Really?
Phil
..Yeah.
…..So what’s good here (picking up the menu)
A waitress stops next to there booth with two plates.
On one is a salad, a ( soy) Burger, and some fries.
On the other is a (rare) steak, andsweet and sour chicken.
She puts the plats down, the steak in front of mitchel, the burger infront of Phil.
Phil
..wow. That was quick.
(eyeing the food) hm, this looks good.
Mitchel
(receiving his steak) Indeed.
Phil
Bon appitite.
Mitchel
Meme a vous.
Phil
(Before taking a bite of his burger.) …..hmm?
Mitchel
…It’s French.
Meme a vous….same to you?
Phil
Oh right.
Mitchel
You take French?
Phil
Yeah.
Mitchel
You good?
Phil
Oh yeah…practically fluent.
Mitchel
Cela est un burger de soja, à propos.
Phil
….uh.. bon…bon.
Mitchel
Oh est-ce que vous aimez le soja?
Phil
…Oui.
Mitchel
Bon. Oh à propos, j'ai pris un décharger dans votre nourriture avant de vous êtes arrivé, et je pense que votre mère est une gros comme chienne laide.
Phil
Oh merci boucoup.
Mitchel writes something down on a piece of paper. He folds it and sets it in the middle of the table.
A waitress walks up.
Waitress
Hey guys, can I get ya some drinks.
Maybe some coffee?
Mitchel
I’ll have some coffee, black.
And my good friend phil here will have…
Phil
A double laté capicino heavy foam please.
Waitress
OK, be right out with those.
Waitress leaves.
Phil
Oh sh*t, I forgot to ask if they had….
Mitchel
Those little things you put arounf the cups to keep your hand
From getting burnt?
Phil
…..(looks at Mitchel) ….yeah.
How did you?..
Mitchel
Open up that sheet of paper.
Phil opens the paper, and it reads : Phil will order a double late
Cappicino, with extra foam. Might want a mug warmer too.
Phil looks at Mitchel squinty eyed. Wow. Well your perception for peoples taste in drinks is dead on.
Mitchel
That among other things.
Phil
(skeptically) Well darn, I have to ask….
Ok Copperfield, how’d you know?
Mitchel
Wasn’t that hard. You’d be surprised at what you can pick up
About people through a few observations.
Phil
Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have worn my “I love double latés" shirt.
( laughs lightly.)
No seriously, how? Just a lucky guess?
Mitchel
Maybe.
Phil
And I suppose it was just luck that my favorite meal..(takes a bite)
Showed up infront of me here.
Mitchel
Coincidence.
Phil
…(shakes head no) I don’t believe in coincidence.
Mitchel’s attention seemed to be pulled forward by Phil’s comment.
Mitchel
Ok.
Mitchel forks a bite of steak into his mouth.
Then there drinks show up.
Waitress
here ya go. One black coffee, and one double late.
And I put one of those things around it, so you won’t burn youself.
Careful they’re hot.
Phil looks at his cappicino and gives a smiley nod.
Wow,….a uh…another coincidence.
Phil
Now before I ask why exactly you wanted me to meet you here,
I’d just like you to tell me, how ya knew all the things you knew.
About my food and such.
Mitchel
Ok.
I’ll start from the top. The food was an easy one, you’re a vegitarian
And you’re an American kid who loves to fit in, hense the “soy” burger and fries, and of coarse the salad. You chose you footwear based on style not efficiency, so I figured since
You don’t have a car you’d be late 5 to 10 minuets. Then I simply surveyed your
Conversation habits, or your anti conversation habits rather. You chose pragmatic small talk, and when there were “uncomfortable silences” you filled them in with a turn of your head, or just staight up verbal bullsh*t. For intense: complementing my name.
Your handshake was loose and controllable. Much like your lifestyle.
Which by the way brings us to our friends over at table five. And since you don’t know them, allow me to introduce them to you. They’re parasites, walking fu*king drones.
The type of people that laugh when they’re nervous and move in herds. There drink of choice being the double laté capiccino. And since you know and conform to that group I figured you’d pick it too.
Phil
…..Wow. That’s quite the collection of observations.
What exactly are you getting at?
Mitchel
What I’m getting at Phil, is that you still have a spark of
Originality. A spark that no matter how many times You’ved walked
In that group, or boughten Abercrombie khakis, just won’t flicker out.
But it’s fading.
Phil
(looks behind him at the group, then back to mitchel)
You pose an interesting opinion. But you’re wrong.
I’m still me. I may conform a bit to hang around with those people but,
it’s no big deal.
Mitchel
Oh yes it. It’ starts with the clothes, the outer layer.
But eventually works it’s way inside. The clothes don’t just become
Your self expression, they become your self worth. Well wake the fu*k up.
Because one day, when Johny all star, and tina sweat a$$ are long gone,
You’re going to find your self alone, with your snappy shoes,
And coveted khakis. Those people…..the parasites from table 5…
They don’t give a damn about you, and if you hang around with them enough
You won’t either.
Phil
What are you saying?
Mitchel
I’m saying loosen up. Don’t call or take calls from those a$$ holes.
Drop out of fu*king poetry club, Burn those bilbords you’re wearing.
Set your self free man.
Mitchel
………
Mitchel
……You’re laté is getting cold.
And I do believe if you sweat anymore, you’ll loose your grip on that cup.
A blond haired guy looking about 17 or 18, walks into a well kept diner.
He’s appealing and wearing khakis, with a button collar shirt. He walks up to the receptionist and says:
Phil
Excuse me, um I think there was a table reserved for me…
Under the name….
Waitress
..Darce?
Phil
…yeah. Is ….Mr. Darce here yet?
Waitress
Yeah, he is.
(Looking behind her) Booth…nine.
Right over there.
Phil.
Thanks.
Phil heads over towards booth nine.
Phil
(Sitting down) ..Hi.
Mitchel
Hi. Phil I presume. (extending his hand for a hand shake.)
Mitchel has light brown hair and wears a blue leather jacket.
His hair is short and combed forward.
Phil
(Shaking Mitchel’s hand) yeah.
Now I could call you Mr. Darce, but I think
That would be a bit too formal.
Mitchel
Yes it would. My names Mitchel.
Phil
OK. ….Mitchel Darce….that’s uh…that’s a good name.
Phil looks behind him, his attention called by overt laughter.
He sees a group of attractive young teens, socializing. He recoils quickly and seems to hunch over a bit too avoid being seen.
Mitchel
Who are they?
Phil
Oh them?…uh I don’t know.
Mitchel
Really?
Phil
..Yeah.
…..So what’s good here (picking up the menu)
A waitress stops next to there booth with two plates.
On one is a salad, a ( soy) Burger, and some fries.
On the other is a (rare) steak, andsweet and sour chicken.
She puts the plats down, the steak in front of mitchel, the burger infront of Phil.
Phil
..wow. That was quick.
(eyeing the food) hm, this looks good.
Mitchel
(receiving his steak) Indeed.
Phil
Bon appitite.
Mitchel
Meme a vous.
Phil
(Before taking a bite of his burger.) …..hmm?
Mitchel
…It’s French.
Meme a vous….same to you?
Phil
Oh right.
Mitchel
You take French?
Phil
Yeah.
Mitchel
You good?
Phil
Oh yeah…practically fluent.
Mitchel
Cela est un burger de soja, à propos.
Phil
….uh.. bon…bon.
Mitchel
Oh est-ce que vous aimez le soja?
Phil
…Oui.
Mitchel
Bon. Oh à propos, j'ai pris un décharger dans votre nourriture avant de vous êtes arrivé, et je pense que votre mère est une gros comme chienne laide.
Phil
Oh merci boucoup.
Mitchel writes something down on a piece of paper. He folds it and sets it in the middle of the table.
A waitress walks up.
Waitress
Hey guys, can I get ya some drinks.
Maybe some coffee?
Mitchel
I’ll have some coffee, black.
And my good friend phil here will have…
Phil
A double laté capicino heavy foam please.
Waitress
OK, be right out with those.
Waitress leaves.
Phil
Oh sh*t, I forgot to ask if they had….
Mitchel
Those little things you put arounf the cups to keep your hand
From getting burnt?
Phil
…..(looks at Mitchel) ….yeah.
How did you?..
Mitchel
Open up that sheet of paper.
Phil opens the paper, and it reads : Phil will order a double late
Cappicino, with extra foam. Might want a mug warmer too.
Phil looks at Mitchel squinty eyed. Wow. Well your perception for peoples taste in drinks is dead on.
Mitchel
That among other things.
Phil
(skeptically) Well darn, I have to ask….
Ok Copperfield, how’d you know?
Mitchel
Wasn’t that hard. You’d be surprised at what you can pick up
About people through a few observations.
Phil
Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have worn my “I love double latés" shirt.
( laughs lightly.)
No seriously, how? Just a lucky guess?
Mitchel
Maybe.
Phil
And I suppose it was just luck that my favorite meal..(takes a bite)
Showed up infront of me here.
Mitchel
Coincidence.
Phil
…(shakes head no) I don’t believe in coincidence.
Mitchel’s attention seemed to be pulled forward by Phil’s comment.
Mitchel
Ok.
Mitchel forks a bite of steak into his mouth.
Then there drinks show up.
Waitress
here ya go. One black coffee, and one double late.
And I put one of those things around it, so you won’t burn youself.
Careful they’re hot.
Phil looks at his cappicino and gives a smiley nod.
Wow,….a uh…another coincidence.
Phil
Now before I ask why exactly you wanted me to meet you here,
I’d just like you to tell me, how ya knew all the things you knew.
About my food and such.
Mitchel
Ok.
I’ll start from the top. The food was an easy one, you’re a vegitarian
And you’re an American kid who loves to fit in, hense the “soy” burger and fries, and of coarse the salad. You chose you footwear based on style not efficiency, so I figured since
You don’t have a car you’d be late 5 to 10 minuets. Then I simply surveyed your
Conversation habits, or your anti conversation habits rather. You chose pragmatic small talk, and when there were “uncomfortable silences” you filled them in with a turn of your head, or just staight up verbal bullsh*t. For intense: complementing my name.
Your handshake was loose and controllable. Much like your lifestyle.
Which by the way brings us to our friends over at table five. And since you don’t know them, allow me to introduce them to you. They’re parasites, walking fu*king drones.
The type of people that laugh when they’re nervous and move in herds. There drink of choice being the double laté capiccino. And since you know and conform to that group I figured you’d pick it too.
Phil
…..Wow. That’s quite the collection of observations.
What exactly are you getting at?
Mitchel
What I’m getting at Phil, is that you still have a spark of
Originality. A spark that no matter how many times You’ved walked
In that group, or boughten Abercrombie khakis, just won’t flicker out.
But it’s fading.
Phil
(looks behind him at the group, then back to mitchel)
You pose an interesting opinion. But you’re wrong.
I’m still me. I may conform a bit to hang around with those people but,
it’s no big deal.
Mitchel
Oh yes it. It’ starts with the clothes, the outer layer.
But eventually works it’s way inside. The clothes don’t just become
Your self expression, they become your self worth. Well wake the fu*k up.
Because one day, when Johny all star, and tina sweat a$$ are long gone,
You’re going to find your self alone, with your snappy shoes,
And coveted khakis. Those people…..the parasites from table 5…
They don’t give a damn about you, and if you hang around with them enough
You won’t either.
Phil
What are you saying?
Mitchel
I’m saying loosen up. Don’t call or take calls from those a$$ holes.
Drop out of fu*king poetry club, Burn those bilbords you’re wearing.
Set your self free man.
Mitchel
………
Mitchel
……You’re laté is getting cold.
And I do believe if you sweat anymore, you’ll loose your grip on that cup.
Last edited by tyler; 12-31-01 at 06:03 PM.