Lunch
“No, Carlotta thinks it would be a really good idea,” Penn insisted as he piled ketchup onto his plate.
Somehow, Teller wasn’t buying that. Not that Carlotta thought that would be a good idea, but that it would be a good idea at all. And besides, he hardly even knew Carlotta, so how should he know if she was even a capable judge over whether an idea would be good or bad?
“And it’s not like we’d have to do our own booking and all that,” Penn went on. “That would be Carlotta’s job.”
Woah, hold the phone. Teller finally stat up at that. Carlotta would be coming with? And that was working under the assumption that they’d be going at all.
Penn hardly noticed Teller’s objections, though. Or if he did, he didn’t acknowledge them.
“You’re not really happy at the shop all the time, are you?” he went on, paying more attention to his lunch than to Teller. “I mean, sure. It’s a good thing we got going, but it isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I agreed to go Dutch with you.”
Despite not wanting to go on tour, Teller did have to admit that the shop wasn’t exactly living up to expectations.
“And I know you got ideas for bits that we never get to work on. How many notebooks you got filled up, now?”
Teller sighed. He hated when Penn was right, but the bastard had a way of going all-out with it when he was right. No, the shop wasn’t at all living up to expectations. No, he wasn’t having as much fun as he thought he’d be having by this point.
After a few moments, he finally shrugged in defeat. If he’d already talked with Carlotta about going with them, then someone had already spoken with Homer about the whole thing as well. He’d been intentionally left out of the loop until the very end, and now there was no chance in hell of winning this argument.
“Great!” Penn said excitedly. He reached across the table, pointing at Teller’s pasta, which he had hardly touched. “You gonna finish that?”
Teller just shook his head. He wasn’t really hungry anymore.