|75 INT. MUFFIN SHIP AFTERNOON
Darcy collects two B.L.T.s from Menu Man and delivers them to a couple in the
corner. The Customer occupies his usual spot at the counter. The place has come alive,
Leila enters and looks around, followed by Evy, looking miserable,
and Donald, oblivious.
Hi, Boss. Havent seen you in a while.
Who are these people?
When did we get
Dottie indicates Menu Man, who walks out from behind the counter.
Heres the deal, Harvard. From now on, the menus whatever I decide to cook. I
set the prices according to whos buying. Lawyers can no longer afford to eat here.
Hey. Im a lawyer. Who is this guy?
He hates that question.
How would you know?
I get no salary, but ten percent of the gross. Were closed on Wednesdays because I
dont like Wednesdays and were closed on Sundays because I do like Sundays.
(an attempt at wit)
Somebody put the "dick" in dictator.
Quiet, junior. I do all the shopping. I eat for free and I live for free in those two
rooms behind the kitchen. Its possible that I will leave at any time. Do we have an
Are you wanted or something?
Good one, Donald.
Im just asking.
Hes a poet.
Say "yes," boss.
Can you get them here by 6:00 a.m.? Nose rings
set and shined?
Doubtful. Very, very doubtful. (beat) So, whos hungry?
I could eat.
What about you
Superman? I dont know how to price your meal.
TURN AROUND to find Gary, as Superman, approaching the group.
All heads turn.
Listen, I dont know what got into me last night. Im just not used to
Its a long story.
Darcy crosses to ogle Superman.
So this is Bozo?
Youre not really going through with it, are you?
Are you nuts?
Thats what I do, Dottie
I go though with things. Usually. (hustling Gary out
the door) Could we talk about this later, Gary?