The Horse Whisperer (1995)
“The boy looked as if he’d been doing it all his life, the way he moved them around the grill and flipped them nonchalantly as he chatted and laughed with one of the waiters. It was, Hal had assured him, the hottest new lunch place in Greenwich Village.
The boy worked here for nothing three or four times a week in exchange for living rentfree in a loft apartment belonging to the owner, who was a friend of Rachel’s. When he wasn’t working here, Hal was at film school. Earlier he’d been telling Tom about a “short” he was shooting.
“It’s about a man who eats his girlfriend’s motorcycle piece by piece.”
“Sounds tough.”
“It is. It’s kind of a road movie but all set in one place.” Tom was about ninety percent sure this was a joke. He really hoped so. Hal went on, “When he’s finished the motorcycle, he does the same with the girlfriend.”
Tom nodded, considering this. “Boy meets girl, boy eats girl.”
Hal laughed. He had his mother’s thick black hair and dark good looks, though his eyes were blue.
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