Bill: Are you alright, Taylor?
Taylor: No, not really.
B: What's up?
T: Ohhh, I don't know. I feel so divorced from the world. I've lost touch with the world....Do you know that song by Mahler, "I've Lost Track of the World"?
B: No.
T: It's one fo the most beautiful, saddest songs ever written. I can, I can, I can almost hear it now...Can you hear it?.......Oh, oh, it's gone now. But, did you hear it?
B: I think so.
T: It reson-resonated right through the whole building.
B:mmm
T: Where- where are we?
B:In the Armory Taylor
T:"The armory, Taylor."
T:It sounds so heavy and ponderous.
T:"The armory."
B:Nikola Tesla...
B:perceived the Earth as a conductor...
B:of acoustical resonance.
T:I have no idea what you're talking about.
T:Can you explain it to me?
B:- No, not really.
T:- I know.
T:Let's pretend this coffee is champagne.
B:Why would we do that?
T:Well, to celebrate life.
T:You know, like the rich, elegant people do.
T:The classy people.
B:I prefer coffee.\NSimple, working man's coffee.
T:You're so provincial, Bill.
T:Do you know what your problem is?
B:What?
T:You have no joie de vivre.
I don't?
T:No. Besides, this coffee is awful.
B:- You're right. It really is bad, isn't it?
T:- Dreadful.
T:I propose a toast.
B:So what should we toast?
T:Paris in the 1920s.
T:Josephine Baker, the Moulin Rouge.
B:What is it? Okay?
B:And also...
B:New York in the '70s.
B:In the late '70s.
T:Really? All right.
T,B:Cheers.
B:Delicious, isn't it?
T:Champagne: Nectar of the gods.
T:Is that all you're having for lunch,coffee and a cigarette?
T:It's not very healthy.
B:We had lunch earlier.
T:We did?
B:We're on a break here, a coffee break.
T:How depressing.
T:How long is our break, anyway?
B:About 10 minutes, and it's nearly over now.
T:Say it isn't true.
T:- Well?
B:- What?
T:I asked you to say it isn't true.
B:Say what isn't true?
T:Never mind.
T:Anyway, I have to have a nap.
T:So call me when the break is over.
B:Well, you have two minutes or less for your nap.