Einstein: I work the same way. I make beautiful things with a pencil.
Picasso: You? Youʻre just a scientist! For me, the shortest distance between two points is not a straight line!
Picasso (still dancing): Letʼs see one of your creations.
(Einstein pulls out a pencil. Picasso stops dancing, gets a pencil. The others back away as if it were a
(They start to draw on the napkins. Einstein finishes first.)
(Einstein and Picasso swap drawings.)
Einstein: Itʼs perfect.
Picasso: Thank you.
Einstein: Iʼm talking about mine.
Picasso (studies it): Itʻs a formula.
Einstein: Soʼs yours.
Picasso: It was a little hastily drawn. . . yours is letters.
Einstein: Yours is lines.
Picasso: My lines mean something.
Einstein: So do mine.
Picasso: Mine is beautiful.
Einstein (indicates his own drawing): Men have swooned on seeing that.
Picasso: Mine touches the heart.
Einstein: Mine touches the head.
Picasso: Mine will change the future.
Einstein (holds his drawing): Oh, and mine wonʼt?
(Sensing victory, or at least parity, Einstein starts to dance with Suzanne. Picasso stands befuddled.)