Chicken Piccata!

February 9, 2005

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INT. CARYN’S APARTMENT–NIGHT

WINNIE, bubbling with Vietnamese enthusiasm, and her boyfriend, VIC, a burly softy, lounge on the floor around a coffee table that once was covered with a delicious spread. Caryn removes the plate that holds the remnants of tender chicken breasts, still dripping with golden sauce.

VIC

What are you gonna make him first?

She stops and looks at Vic. Winnie looks too.

WINNIE

Honey, she’s serving what you just ate!

VIC

Chicken piccata? You’re going to make chicken piccata on your first day?

CARYN

What’s wrong with chicken piccata?

Vic squirms.

VIC

Nothing, except, probably not the best thing to serve to one of Hollywood’s hottest actors!

Caryn sits back down and leans forward towards Vic.

CARYN

Look, I’m not even remotely qualified for this job. And–

VIC

They don’t know that. I told them you have lots of experience. No one asked any questions.

CARYN

Don’t worry. They’ll figure it out on the first day that I’ve never even worked in a restaurant, let alone been someone’s personal chef.

Winnie laughs and starts clearing the rest of the dishes from the table.

WINNIE

I think you’re gonna be great!

CARYN

I think it’s gonna be a disaster.

She fiddles with her fork.

CARYN (CONT’D)

This is the last time I ask you to help me get a job.

Vic grins at her, a big toothy one.

WINNIE

Where’s the chocolate cake?

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