[Scene: Cate Blanchett seated elegantly during a late-night talk show interview. She’s sipping tea, legs crossed, and then casually drops this gem of a story.]
Cate (smirking):
So we’re at the dinner table — me, my husband, the kids — you know, pretending we’re a normal family.
[Audience chuckles.]
Cate:
And my youngest just… stands up mid-meal and says, “This chicken tastes like regret.”
[Laughter erupts. Cate raises an eyebrow.]
Cate:
No idea what he meant. But he looked me dead in the eyes — like he was judging my soul and the seasoning.
Host:
Maybe he meant it was dry?
Cate (deadpan):
No. He meant existential regret. The kind that makes you question your life choices and your roast recipe.
[More laughter. Cate casually sips her drink again.]
Cate:
Anyway, I told him if he didn’t want regret, he could make dinner tomorrow. He made toast. Burnt. The irony was not lost.
