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The most delicious thing
you ever tasted in your life.

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Juicy, thin skin.
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Months later, on the night
before the telethon in Miami...

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... we got back to our room
and found that Sally...

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... had been more than good
to his word.

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Laid out around the room
were various crates...

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... bearing the addresses
of their destination:

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Our suite at the Palace Del Sol
hotel in New Jersey.

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"You like lobsters?
See you in New Jersey."

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"Thin skin, fucking most delicious
fucking thing...

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...you ever had in your fucking life."
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"What I thought was a box
of beach balls turned out to be...

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...the thinnest-skinned,
dripping-wet grapefruits...

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...I’d ever tasted in my life.
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The 6-foot crate was filled
with fruits of the sea...

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...slowly shifting over a bed of ice."
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Yeah, this is Lanny Morris.
Send up three steaks, all right?

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Yeah. Make them rare this time.
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- Yeah, rare.
- Like bloody.

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Bloody. And a couple of bottles
of that champagne.

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- Make that three.
- Three bottles of champagne.

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And can you make sure
that Maureen delivers them?

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Yeah, Maureen.
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We called down for Maureen...
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... the room-service girl
I'd met earlier...

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... who wanted the interview
for her school paper.

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She brought up three steaks,
one for her...

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... as her last official delivery
of the day.

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As much as I love lobster...
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... seeing all that shellfish
nestled on ice in the crate...

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... put me in the mood
for hooves, not claws.

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The interview for Maureen's campus
paper went better than expected.

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Vince and I popped some Tuinals...
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... to insure that
we would sleep like babes...


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