excuse me, are there any more claims?
i can't resist.
listen, you guys are too attractive to be caterers. something's wrong.
is this your first job?
oh no. not at all.
i know. you're an actress with a great flair for shrimp puffs.
and the quail is responsible for the quail eggs.
ah!
incidentally, i'm david tolchin.
hi.
you're holly.
now i'm going to tell you the truth. i really came in here because i was bored stiff by the party.
actually, i'm going to listen to aida, if i'm not getting in your way.
i cry at the opera.
me, too. i have a private box at the met. i bring my little bottle of wine, i open it, i sit there and i watch and i cry. it's disgusting.
i'm an architect.
are you really interested?
what time do you get off?
yeah.
the design's deliberately noncontextural. but i wanted to.  keep the atmosphere of the street, you know, and the proportions.
and in the material. that's. that's unpolished red granite.
you know, april, people pass by vital structures in this city all the time, and they never take the time to appreciate them. i get the feeling you tune in to your environment.
you want to see some?
well, let's do it.
yes.
it-it is. it's romantic.
and it's got a handsome partner sitting right beside it.
they fit right in together. and your eye goes along, lulled into complacency, and then.
look at this.
it's really sad.
it does.
yeah.
maybe we should start thinking about going home, huh?
uh, who gets dropped first?
well.
we could. we could do that.
y-you live in chelsea, don't you?
well, i-i guess if you live in chelsea, that's probably first.
and then, uh, april. huh?