It's the opening of Shit, the uber-trendy Paris Night Club, and journalist Marc spends a delirious twelve hours there - or is the action simply in his mind? Men Behaving Badly meets Jean Paul Sartre and the Marquis de Sade. Strictly not for the bourgeoisie!
'Are you Marc Marronier, my mortal enemy? Listen, let's bury the hatchet. I have something mega-important to tell you, it's the God's honest truth, okay? Listen up: you're alive while you're alive. Do you get it? Huh? Capice? YOU'RE ALIVE WHILE YOU'RE ALIVE! Jesus!'
'Paolo, are you sure you've stopped taking coke?'
Hey, I'm really disappointed in you, saying stuff like that .... All I'm trying to tell you is something CRUCIAL (he grabs the lapels of Marc's jacket) something that's just come to me, and you have to be an asshole. Of course I've given up that shit ... (a pause) Why? You got some on you?'
