Jack Rabbit Slim's
"What the fuck is this place?"
"This is Jack Rabbit Slim's.
An Elvis man should love it."
"Come on Mia, let's go get a steak."
"You can get a steak here Daddy-O.
Don't be a..."
"Did you just order a five dollar shake?"
"I heard you did a pilot."
"That was my fifteen minutes."
"what was it?"
"It was a show about a team of female
secret agents called Fox Force Five."
"what?"
"Fox Force Five.
Fox, as in were a bunch
of foxy chicks.
Force, as in we're a force
to be reckoned with.
And five, as in there's
one-two-three-four-five of us.
There was a blond one,
Sommerset O'Neal. She was the leader.
The Japanese fox
was a kung fu master.
The black girl
was a demolition expert.
French fox's speciality was sex."
"What was your specialty?"
"Knives.
The character I played,
Raven McCoy,
her background was she grew up
raised by circus performers.
According to the show,
she was the deadliest woman
in the world with a knife.
And she knew
a zillion old jokes.
Her grandfather,
an old vaudevillian, taught her.
And if we would have got picked up,
they would've worked in a gimmick...
where every show
I would've told another joke."
"Don't you hate that"?
"Hate what?"
"Uncomfortable silences."
"Why do we feel it's necessary
to yak about bullshit
in order to be comfortable?"
"I don't know."
"That's a good question.
That's when you know
you found somebody really special.
When you can just shut the fuck up for
a minute and comfortably share silence."
"Well, I don't think we're quite
there yet, but don't feel bad.
We just met each other."
"I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna go to the bathroom
and powder my nose.
You sit here...
and think of something to say."
