David offers his wary, tolerant hand. This being the end of his tour, his patience is frayed and he’s just about talked out. But, at the same time, it’s Rolling Stone, he wants to make a good impression.
DAVID:
Dave. Dave Wallace.
LIPSKY:
David Lipsky. Pleasure.
Lipsky is cowed but determined to hold his own. These are two really smart, competitive guys out to impress each other.
Wallace wants to be favorably profiled and Lipsky wants Wallace’s approval - and a good story.
LIPSKY:
Sorry about the phone call.
DAVID:
95% joke.
Lipsky laughs.
DAVID (CONTD) Sorry in advance about the dogs, gonna be slobbering all over you.
LIPSKY:
Oh, I don’t mind. I love dogs.
DAVID:
Yeah? Well, you haven’t met these guys... It’s cold, let’s go inside.
(to the dogs) Jeeves, Drone! Get over here!
Lipsky follows David and the rowdy, barking dogs into the house.
10.
28 INT. DAVID'S HOUSE/LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN - 1996 - CONTINUOUS 28 Lipsky drops his bag on the messy, sh*t-stained shag carpet.
The dogs are indeed all over him. Lipsky scratches their heads and speaks to them as a dog lover would speak to dogs.
LIPSKY:
Yes, I’m very glad to meet you, too.
Who are you?
DAVID:
That’s Jeeves. The Jeevesmeister. I got him ‘cause he was so ugly. No one else wanted him. Now he’s like a Cover Girl-dog. Aren’t you, Jeeves?
Yes, you are. And this is Drone. My provisional dog.
LIPSKY:
Why provisional?
DAVID:
Just showed up one day while Jeeves and I were out jogging and the rest is history.
(A beat.) I feel like I should offer you tea or something.
