Bartender, re-entering with a tray: Here it is, tea and toast. Feeling better?
There is a silence whilst Albin pours their tea in a lady like way; a silence broken when Renato noisily stuffs a whole biscotte into his mouth, using his fingers to jab home the last third.
Albin: Yes ! Oh, la la ! Cultural attaché ? Hah ! You have a unique way of eating, rather like a mechanical digger.
Albin stirs his tea.
Renato: Your little finger. What's it doing up in the air? Just look at it.
Albin: So ? Its got a mind of it’s own.
Renato: You'll say that to the Deputy tonight, huh? Well, let's try to make a man out of this “uncle”. You have to learn how to hold things. Watch ! Hold the toast in a manly way, like this. Spread the butter with a little virility … and watch your little finger when you drink your tea. Go on ! ( Smacking his bottom ) But first, sit up like a man !
Albin: (whimpering ) What have I done now ?
Renato: ( almost aggressively ) Please, don't whine every time I correct you. It’s for your own good ! Listen ! I want you to be presentable tonight.
Albin: ( submissively ) Yes, of course, thankyou !
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