Here’s a snippet of a bit of fun with Penn and Carmichael…
INT. EVENING. BUSY, EXPENSIVE RESTAURANT: Penn and Carmichael are at a table for two eating carpaccio as servers glide by.
PENN: It’s very good.
CARMICHAEL: What are you talking about? This is rancid! (snaps his fingers at a passing WAITER impatiently).
Carmichael frowns as Penn looks nervously on. The MAITRE DE appears, muttering obsequiously. Carmichael glances at a menu.
CARMICHAEL: We’ll have the pork. And this time don’t fuck it up.
MAITRE DE: Right away, sir.
CARMICHAEL (OVER MAITRE DE): That alright? Of course it is. (REMEMBERING)
PENN: Thank you.
CARMICHAEL: What for? Oh. (OF THE DINNER) Yes, well. It’s fine. Jesus Christ! How long does it take to cook a bloody starter?
PENN: I think it varies. (INNOCENTLY)
(The pork arrives.)
CARMICHAEL: How you’ve survived is a total mystery to me, it really is…
Penn looks embarrassed, waits for Carmichael to start eating then follows suit.
PENN: It’s very good… quite good. (OBSERVING CARMICHAEL’S REACTION)
Carmichael sighs and drinking his wine, spots [SYLVIA] walking in their general direction.
CARMICHAEL: Keep very still.
CARMICHAEL: She hasn’t seen us yet.
CARMICHAEL: The bitch from the gallery.
Penn stands up, crashing into the table. (S)he charges for the door. Chaos ensues. Carmichael finishes his drink.