Friday, March 20, 2009
INT. MCSEQUEIRA LIVING ROOM, EVENING. YESTERDAY.
BRENDAN: that was a funny voicemail from my agent. She said that I had to make sure I knew the dialogue inside and out for my call-back tomorrow, but there wans't any dialogue at the last one, so there isn't any in this one I don't think.
AARTI: Huh. That's funny.
CUT TO: INT. LIVING ROOM. LATER THAT NIGHT, AFTER DINNER AND BEER OR TWO.
AARTI: Hey ba, did you get back to her about the dialogue thingy?
BRENDAN: No. Why?
AARTI: (over-reacting a bit) WHAT? Why not? Come on, baba!
BRENDAN: Why are you yelling at me? I'm sure it's nothing at all! It happens all the time!
AARTI: That's ridiculous. What if she's right? Ugh!
Brendan coldly starts typing an email to his agent, gritting his teeth and wondering why the heck Aarti is freaking out about something that has nothing to do with her.
CUT TO INT. LIVING ROOM. MUCH LATER. BRENDAN AND AARTI ARE CUDDLING ON THE COUCH.
BRENDAN: (whispering) So guess what. You were right.
AARTI: (confused) What?
BRENDAN: There was dialogue.
AARTI: Huh? (Pause). OH!
BRENDAN: Yeah, she just emailed the sides to me.
AARTI: (erupts in self-righteous laughter). OH MAN! I LOVE BEING RIGHT!!!!!!
BRENDAN: Yeah. It's great.
FADE TO BLACK.
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