Jonathan Pryce: Gabe
Gabe : Never open with a ballad, and never end on one.
Gabe : Hello, Cole. I let myself in.
Cole Porter : We're not late, are we? I hate to be late.
Gabe : No, no. We're fine. That sounded lovely.
Cole Porter : I hate funeral music. Though, under the circumstances, I suppose I should say my prayers.
Gabe : Why start now?
Cole Porter : Exactly.
Linda Porter : I'm so terribly sorry, darling. I know how late I must be.
Cole Porter : Late? Linda, you missed the whole thing.
Linda Porter : I misplaced the cigarette case.
Cole Porter : I'd rather have had you.
Linda Porter : It would've been bad luck.
Cole Porter : To hell with luck.
[camera points to Cole and Gabe]
Cole Porter : [to Gabe] This feel very wrong. I don't like bringing up this whole thing. It happened and then it was over and that was that. We never brought it up again. Finished, done.
Gabe : Done, maybe. Finished...?
Cole Porter : I won't have it.
Gabe : It's not your choice.