Outside, I light up a cigarette and offer Eisenberg one. “Oh, wow! That’s so kind of you!” He grabs a Nat Sherman out of my hand and fires up. After his first drag, he starts coughing and flailing about.
“You do smoke, right?” I inquire.
“No, but I wanted to be polite,” he wheezes. “It was so thoughtful of you to offer me one.”"