Black Orpheus
Jobim: “Generique” and “Felicidade” and “Manha de Carnavel” and “Scene de Lever du Soleil” and “Samba de Orfeo”
Off the album Stone Flower, “Brazil”
Live at the Monterey Jazz Festival, “Black Orpheus Medley” by Bola Sete
“Psychastenie” by Serge Gainsbourg and Michel Colombier
Strangers on a Train
Theme by Dimitri Tiomkin
From The Book of Angels (vol. 1), “Beleth” by John Zorn
Five Easy Pieces
“Stand by Your Man” by Tammy Wynette

INT. ROADSIDE CAFE - DAY                                  All four are seated at a booth. The women have                 given their orders and a WAITRESS stands above                 Bobby, waiting for his:                                                          BOBBY                                 (looking at his menu)                         I'll have an omelette, no potatoes.                         Give me tomatoes instead, and wheat                         toast instead of rolls.                                  The waitress indicates something on the menu with                 the butt of her pencil.                                                          WAITRESS                         No substitutions.                                                          BOBBY                         What does that mean? You don't have                         any tomatoes?                                                          WAITRESS                                 (annoyed)                         No. We have tomatoes.                                                          BOBBY                         But I can't have any. Is that what                         you mean?                                                          WAITRESS                         Only what's on the menu...                                 (again, indicating  with                                 her pencil)                         A Number Two: Plain omelette. It                         comes with cottage fries and rolls.                                                          BOBBY                         I know what it comes with, but                         that's not what I want.                                                          WAITRESS                         I'll come back when you've made up                         your mind...                                  She starts to move away and Bobby detains her.                                                          BOBBY                         Wait, I've made up my mind. I want                         a plain omelette, forget the                         tomatoes, don't put potatoes on the                         plate, and give me a side of wheat                         toast and a cup of coffee.                                                          WAITRESS                         I'm sorry, we don't have side                         orders of toast. I can give you an                         English muffin or a coffee roll.                                                          BOBBY                         What do you mean, you don't have                         side orders of toast? You make                         sandwiches, don't you?                                                          WAITRESS                         Would you like to talk to the                         manager?                                                          PALM                         Hey, mack!                                                          BOBBY                                 (to Palm)                         Shut up.                                 (to the waitress)                         You have bread, don't you, and a                         toaster of some kind?                                                          WAITRESS                         I don't make the rules.                                                          BOBBY                         Okay, I'll make it as easy for you                         as I can. Give me an omelette,                         plain, and a chicken salad sandwich                         on wheat toast -- no butter, no                         mayonnaise, no lettuce -- and a cup                         of coffee.                                  She begins writing down his order, repeating it                 sarcastically:                                                          WAITRESS                         One Number Two, and a chicken sal                         san -- hold the butter, the mayo,                         the lettuce -- and a cup of                         coffee... Anything else?                                                          BOBBY                         Now all you have to do is hold the                         chicken, bring me the toast, charge                         me for the sandwich, and you                         haven't broken any rules.                                                          WAITRESS                                 (challenging him)                         You want me to hold the chicken.                                                          BOBBY                         Yeah. I want you to hold it between                         your knees.                                  The other three laugh, and the waitress points to a                 "Right to Refuse" sign above the counter.                                                          WAITRESS                         You see that sign, sir?!                                  Bobby glances over at it, then back to her.                                                          WAITRESS (CONT'D)                         You'll all have to leave, I'm not                         taking any more of your smartness                         and your sarcasm!                                  He smiles politely at her, then:                                                          BOBBY                         You see this sign?                                  He reaches his arm out and "clears" the table for                 her.

Chopin - Prelude in E-minor, Op. 28 No. 24

                                   CATHERINE

(cutting her off)                         And what about love?                                                          SAMIA                         What about it? Wouldn't you agree                         that a great deal of mischief has                         been done in the name of love?                                                          CATHERINE                         No, I wouldn't.                                                          SAMIA                         Well, you're a romantic, Catherine,                         as are most musicians, and what's                         more, about to be married...                                  ON BOBBY                                  and his reaction as Samia goes on:                                                          SAMIA                         ... which should exclude you from                         any objective discussion. But keep                         in mind, even the arts aren't free                         of aggressive content, nor the                         institution of marriage.                                                          CATHERINE                         I think these cold, "objective"                         discussions are aggressive,                         Samia...                                  She gets up and starts to move away.                                                          SAMIA                         But I'd like to say, so that I                         don't dampen the spirit of your                         adventure...                                                          CATHERINE                                 (cutting her off)                         You haven't dampened my spirit,                         Samia... Excuse me.                                                          SAMIA                         Well, I should hope not...                                  She leaves the room, with Bobby's eyes following                 her, and as Carl moves over to sit beside Rayette,                 Samia resumes to Fincher while the other friend                 moves in beside Bobby and tries to engage him in                 conversation.                                                          SAMIA (CONT'D)                         Because obviously there are loftier                         classes of people that do establish                         a kind of relating, that's                         relatively free of... (Etc.)                                  ON CARL AND RAYETTE                                  as she indicates Tita's dog, lying near the                 fireplace.                                                          RAYETTE                         What kind of doggy is that?                                                          CARL                         It's a Borzoi.                                                          RAYETTE                         Oh, uh huh. I had a little kittycat                         once, that Bobby give me...                                  She calls across to Bobby, interrupting Samia.                                                          RAYETTE (CONT'D)                         Remember, Bobby?! The little                         pussycat you gave me?!                                  Bobby, now feeling trapped by the other friend,                 looks across to her ass she returns her attention                 to Carl.                                                          RAYETTE (CONT'D)                         She had four little white paws, an'                         oh, was I crazy over her. We hadda                         go an' leave her one time at some                         friends, an' she went out an' got                         smashed flatter'n a tortilla right                         outside their mobile home.                                  Samia gestures toward Rayette as if she were an                 example to prove her point.                                                          SAMIA                         There. You see what I mean?                                  Bobby looks over at Samia.                                                          SAMIA (CONT'D)                         The choice of words, "squashed                         flat," juxtaposed against the image                         of a fluffy kitten...                                                          RAYETTE                         Well, she was.                                                          SAMIA                         Perhaps...                                  She addresses Fincher gesturing toward Rayette                 again.                                                          SAMIA (CONT'D)                         But you see how close that is to                         what I'm trying to...                                  Bobby stands up, cutting her off:                                                          BOBBY                         Don't sit there pointing at her.                                                          SAMIA                         I beg your pardon.                                                          BOBBY                                 (advancing on her)                         I said, don't point at her like                         that! What gives you the right to                         sit there and tell anybody about                         class and who the hell's got it,                         and what she typifies! You                         shouldn't even be in the same room                         with her, you creep!                                                          SAMIA                         Carl, this is really too much...                                                          BOBBY                                 (to Samia)                         You're totally full of shit!                                                          CARL                         Robert, I think you better just...                                                          BOBBY                                 (cutting him off)                         You're all full of shit!

Beethoven - String Quartet No. 14 in C-sharp minor, Op. 131

                        I'd like to be able to tell you                         why, but I don't really... I mean,                         I move around a lot because things                         tend to get bad when I stay. And                         I'm looking... for auspicious                         beginnings, I guess...                                  He breaks off again, resuming with evident                 difficulty.                                                          BOBBY (CONT'D)                         I'm trying to, you know, imagine                         your half of this conversation...                         My feeling is, that if you could                         talk, we probably wouldn't be                         talking. That's pretty much how it                         got to be before. I left...                                 (another pause)                         Are you all right?                                  He searches his father's face, entreating him for                 some kind of answer, some sign of response, and                 seeing none...                                                          BOBBY (CONT'D)                         I don't know what to say...                                  ... he breaks down, barely able to utter the                 following:                                                          BOBBY (CONT'D)                         Tita suggested that we try to... I                         don't know. I think that she...                         seems to feel we've got... some                         understanding to reach... She                         totally denies the fact that we                         were never that comfortable with                         each other to begin with...                                 (pauses, trying to gain                                 control)                         The best I can do, is apologize.                                  He looks silently at his father for a moment...                                                          BOBBY (CONT'D)                         We both know I was never really                         that good at it, anyway...

"Loan Me a Dime" by Boz Scaggs