I have heard for years from people whose opinions I trust that I must see My Dinner With Andre. So when I saw this screenplay at Goodwill for $1.33 (pink tags were 30% off that day), I had to buy it. I'm really glad I did; I loved it. Still haven't seen the film, but I know I will one day.
ANDRE: Well, look--I remember a night-- It was about two weeks after my mother died, and I was in pretty bad shape, and I went out to dinner with three relatively close friends, two of whom had known my mother quite well, and all three of whom have known me for years. And we went through that entire evening without me being able to, for a moment, get anywhere near what--you know, not that I wanted to sit and have a dreary evening in which I was talking about all this pain that I was going through and everything--really not at all. But--but the fact that nobody could say, Gee, what a shame about your mother, or How are you feeling But it was as if nothing had happened. And everyone was just making these jokes and laughing. And I got actually quite crazy, as a matter of fact, and one of these people mentioned a certain man whom I don't like very much, and I started screeching about he had just been found in the Bronx River, and his penis had dropped off from gonorrhea, and all kinds of insane things--and of course I realized when I got home that I'd just been desperate to break through this ice.
ANDRE: I mean, do you realize, Wally, if you brought that situation into a Tibetan home, that would just be so far out--
ANDRE: I mean, that would be simply so weird, if four Tibetans came together, and tragedy had just struck one of the ones, and they all spent the whole evening going Aha ha ha ehee hee hee oho ho! Wo-ho ho ho! Those Tibetans would have looked at that and would have thought it was just the most unimaginable behavior, but for us that's common behavior.