Page 163 of That Last Summer

Sure, man, a fuck-ton of rock stars come to my clinic every day to trim their cats’ nails.

Marco Polo:

Fucking great! Are you with me or against me? Would it really be so hard to do me that little favor, assholes?

River Phoenix:

Hugo, I’ll swap my thing with yours. I’ll take the rock star and his cat with long nails.

Hugoisthestar:

Bollocks!

River Phoenix:

Big bollocks?

Marco Polo:

I don’t think rock stars are cat people, maybe ferrets? I don’t know... By the way, how are you doing with yours, River?

River Phoenix:

Fucking awesome

Marco Polo:

Is that sarcasm? Because I’m not one for riddles today.

Hugoisthestar:

Of course it’s sarcasm. He’s divorcing his wife.

Marco Polo:

Relax, River. Divorces are super-fast these days. Your marriage will be forgotten in no time. Everything okay at work?

River Phoenix:

Fucking awesome

This conversation is surreal. Are they drunk?

Priscila:

Where are you? At the pub?

Hugoisthestar:

Clinic

River Phoenix:

Work

Marco Polo:

Narciso’s bar

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