ELLEN: So Arthur is meeting me for di
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Ellen, a twenty-something attempting to live the life of a socialite, runs into her
ELLEN: So Arthur is meeting me for dinner, after my shopping spree day and who should but walk in but—her. Can’t think of her name, oh you know she was so popular five years ago and was in all the magazines, but now she’s not so famous and she’s just real clingy and needy and desperate for attention.
ALEX: You just described everyone who was popular five years ago.
ELLEN: So this clingy, needy desperate whatshername is walking by our table, being escorted by the host, the maitre d’. And when they get to her table for one, she looks all vulnerable and terribly alone and she hugs the maitre d’—I am swearing to you and whispers in his ear, but loud enough for me to hear—to the maitre d’ who has walked her to her table, she says, “Don’t ever leave me.”
ELLEN: Heavy shit. So I am here to tell I am more than a little rattled by this tragic figure, well, more tragic figurine, and I do that sort of vague stare that I have truly mastered and Arthur is jee-jawing about his day and his lit-y-ature and Auden and Isherwood and other dead British cocksuckers who are TREMENDOUS and his ancient Lymie life and my glorious spirit and the next thing I know—Are you possibly read? Ancient Lymie Arthur has decided—