“Now, she puts her heart into her work,” Roger says to Vandamm. Eve is becoming increasingly annoyed.
“In fact,” says Roger, “her whole body.”
“Sold, then, to Mister Vandamm at seven hundred,” says the auctioneer, pointing at the statue in the auction.
“Oh,” says Roger, “Mister Vandamm.
“Has anyone ever told you you overplay your various roles rather too severely? Mister Kaplan?” says Vandamm. “First, you’re the outraged Madison Avenue man, who claims he’s been mistaken for someone else. Then, you play the fugitive from justice, supposedly trying to clear his name of a crime he knows he didn’t commit. And now you play the peevish lover, stung by jealousy and betrayal. It seems you fellows could stand a little less training from the FBI, and a little more from the Actors Studio.”
“Apparently,” says Roger, “the only performance that’ll satisfy you is when I play dead.”
“Your very next role,” replies Vandamm. “You’ll be quite convincing, I assure you.”
Leonard moves in closer to Roger. Next, Leonard walks toward the exit.
“I wonder what subtle form of manslaughter is next on the program,” says Roger.