Jungle 2 Jungle1997

[Michael and Mimi arrive back at Charlotte's apartment]

Michael:
Pretty cool. I haven't danced like that since I was a little kid. Oh. You'll get used to those shoes. Huh? Here. Why don't you give her the flowers? Charlie, how'd that interview go? You home, Charlie?!

Charlotte:
Michael, I'm in here!

Michael:
Charlie?

Charlotte:
I've been in this bathroom for hours!

Michael:
Make sure you open a window!

Charlotte:
Michael! Michael, I'm being attacked by a giant spider!

Michael:
Oh! I can see it! Move away from the door! Move away from the door! [To Mimi] Grab this thing. Come on. Come on. Do something! I'm doing something. I'm gonna fight it. Stay away from the door! Look at that. Oh, it's a big one! It's a big one! Be careful! I'm gonna put it in the wastebasket. Don't come out here yet. It's still moving. [To Mimi] Put the thing back in its box. What?

Michael:
It's as big as an ox!

Mimi:
[Putting Myteka in clam basket] You bad girl, Myteka. Stay here.

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Michael:
[To Charlotte] To him it's like a pet.

Charlotte:
No, no, no. A dog is a pet, Michael. A cat is a pet! Although for your son, a cat is a dietary supplement as well!

Michael:
We'll just keep him out on the balcony.

Charlotte:
How do you know it hasn't already laid eggs in the apartment?!

Michael:
I'll have the place fumigated.

Charlotte:
What if they miss one and it crawls into my ear... while I'm sleeping and lays its eggs in my brain?!

Michael:
We'll have to have them come back and spray again!

Charlotte:
This is serious! We have to move!

Michael:
You're blowing this out of proportion. [Opens door to Ian and sarcastically] Oh! Ian! Great! I've really missed you!

Ian:
Is Charlotte all right? Look, if something dramatic has happened, it should be on film.

Charlotte:
[Appears in foyer] I have a shoot tomorrow which I was unable to prepare for... because I was trapped in the bathroom all day by his son's pet spider. So I'll be spending the night at the loft to make up for lost time.

Ian:
So the appearance of little Mowgli is straining the relationship?

Michael:
Ian, you're furniture, and furniture doesn't talk!

Charlotte:
Furniture may not talk, Michael, but it listens, better than you do. I'm an artist, Michael. You look at something and see what it is. I look at something and see what it can be... and who can wear it. [She leaves]

Michael:
Charlotte.