Perhaps the pool hall to dominate the 21st Century will eschew forty of the same boring tables for colors in as many hues as there are spaces. The movie script reads thus:
Customer:
[Elegantly attired, he speaks to the service clerk in a pool hall. The room is noisy and crowded, with an obviously upscale clientele.]
"May I rent number five, the blueberry billiard table, please?"
Houseman:
[Sounds astonishingly like William F. Buckley]
"I apologize, sir, madam. Mr. & Mrs. Bush already have that particular table reserved for use at a later hour. You might instead enjoy our table, numbered fifteen, the burnt umber one?"
Customer:
"In the back corner, with pearl gray pockets?"
Houseman:
"...And lemon yellow felt. [Clears his throat discreetly.] Yes."
Customer:
"No, thank you. I would rather prefer the jet black table with midnight ebony felt."
Houseman:
[Averting his gaze from the customer, he begins to fidget with the buttons on his tuxedo jacket nervously]
"I'm very sorry sir, I apologize, but we no longer have that table available for play. We are changing its felt."
[Leans over the counter to whisper to the customer, conspiratorially]
"Last week, two of our best clients became certifiably insane during a series of gallant attempts to pocket the eight ball on that table."
