Eddie: What’s happening? The movie just started and I already don’t know what’s going on.
On the way to work the other day, I glanced at the Times’s, review of a restaurant called Takashi.
“Cubed raw liver comes to the table as well, a chilled, lumpy stew dressed with salt and sesame oil. It tastes of lightning storms on the high plains, of fear and magnificence combined.”
I guess I’ll never be a restaurant critic, because food I’ve eaten while I’ve been tripping, has never tasted of either lightning storms, or fear and magnificence combined.
Billy: It’s symbolic.
Eddie: Who’s that?
Billy: That’s Death, walking along the beach.
Eddie: I’ve been to Atlantic City a thousand times, and I’ve never seen Death walking on the beach.
(The movie is Diner)