Gild that turd!
(Zoom in to overlay showing some stock film of hansom cabs galloping past. Suitably classy music starts.) LONDON 1895 THE RESIDENCE OFMR. OSCAR WILDE(Mix through to Wilde's drawing room. A crowd of suitably dressed folk are engaged in typically brilliant conversation, laughing affectedly and drinking champagne.) Prince: My congratulations, Wilde. Your latest play is a great success. The whole of London's talking about you. Oscar: Your highness, there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. (There follows fifteen seconds of restrained and sycophantic laughter.) Prince: Very witty Wilde. Very very witty. Whistler: There is only one thing in the world worse than being witty, and that is not being witty. (Fifteeen more seconds of the same.) Oscar: I wish I had said that Whistler. Whistler: You will, Oscar, you will. (more laughter) Oscar: Your Highness, do you know James McNeill Whistler? Prince: Yes, we've played squash together. Oscar: There is only one thing worse than playing squash together, and that is playing it by yourself. (silence) I wish I hadn't said that. Whistler: But you did, Oscar, you did.
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