Pool Party
Robert:I pictured myself here every night eating a leg of mutton, the juices dripping down my bare chest, wiping my fingers on the walls. Then I met the vegan.
Jim:Good night.
Oscar:[raises wine bottle] To the kitchen!
All:To the kitchen!
Robert:To the kitchen. Onward!
Oscar:Toby, what's compelling about this is the note of persimmon. Right?
Toby:Note? It's a symphony.
Oscar:Okay, you have to join my wine-tasting club.
Toby:I would love that.