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JEFF
Sorry, Gina. You're more beautiful
in person than your online picture.
CARMELA
(beaming)
Hey! I'm Italian. You can't fool
me with that smooth talk, mister!
I've heard every slick line over
the years from the boys, so watch
it...I've got your number.
JEFF
No fooling. You are absolutely
gorgeous, Gina. I'm proud to be
seen here with you.
CARMELA'S face reddens with pride, but also fear at the
thought of being seen with another man.
CARMELA
I bet you say that to all your
women.
JEFF
No, not really. I've been good up
to this point. There aren't any
other girls...except, you know...my
wife.
JEFF absentmindedly twists his wedding ring and casts his
eyes downward. There is an uncomfortable silence.
CARMELA
Jeff, let's order and then we can
talk.
CARMELA gestures to the waiter. A WAITER shuffles over.
JEFF
Allow me, Gina.
(to the waiter)
The lady will have the Espadon a la
Rouille, and I will have the Veau a
la Persillade. Please bring each
of us an order of Salade de Tomates
et d'Olives.
CARMELA is clearly impressed by JEFF'S apparent command of
French cuisine.
JEFF (CONT'D)
Do you have a wine preference,
Gina?
CARMELA
Uhhh, no. By all means, go ahead
and order for both of us.
WAITER
(with flourish)
May I suggest a glass of a
wonderful chardonnay that will be
perfect for the lady's swordfish as
well as your veal dish. May I
surprise you?
JEFF
Sure! That sounds perfect.
Chardonnay it is, and I'll put our
taste buds in your able hands.
The WAITER leaves to complete his tasks.
CARMELA
Wow! Now, that's the kind of
treatment I'm not really used to
where I'm from. The smooth talk,
yeah, the culture stuff, nope.
JEFF
Awww, come on. Over the past three
months we have been chatting, I
have come to know you as a woman of
culture.
CARMELA
That's because you don't know me.
JEFF
I think I do. For one thing, you
are an accountant from Millburn,
New Jersey, and you have an almost
encyclopedic knowledge of the arts.
CARMELA
Not exactly.
JEFF
Really? How so?
CARMELA
My knowledge of the arts stinks.
JEFF
(confused)
You knew so much during our
chats...
CARMELA
Google.
JEFF
Google?
CARMELA
Yeah. Whenever you mentioned an
artist or a famous work during a
chat, I would immediately Google
the subject.
JEFF
I see...you did that because--
CARMELA
(embarrassed)
Because I felt the need to impress
you. I know it's stupid, but there
it is.
JEFF
Yes, there it is.
(two beats)
I'm disappointed, Gina.
CARMELA
(crestfallen)
