He rose with her. “We put in a bid on the Icove project.” “Sorry, what?” “Nadine Furst’s book. We tried to get the rights to it, but it was above our reach. Congrats on the Oscar noms.” “Okay.” “They announced them this morning. It’s up for seven Oscars—best actress, best supporting actor, best director, best adapted screenplay, best editing, best sound, and the holy grail of best picture. You didn’t hear?”
Of course it was nominated for Oscars. Eyeroll.