The Script: By Auther: Unknown
Producer: No, I told you I was very busy
you dont believe me??
Well hows this? I had to make an appointment with myself three weeks in advance just to have lunch today. So I really dont have time to waste talking to you. Get it??
If I want to talk to you Ill call ok, fine, bye mom
some people.
Writer: I am so sorry I am late I would have called but I dont have your cell phone number. So I just came right over. I know how important this meeting is to you. Waiter, mineral water
thanks
Producer: Who are you?
Writer: Your lunch meting.
Producer: I dont have meeting
Writer: Well officially, no. But I knew you were going to be here, so I figured why waste an hour
Producer: Very considerate, um who are you?
Writer: Im a blessing from heaven
Producer: Im going to have you removed, Waiter
Writer: wait you dont want to do that you and I may never have this chance again
Producer: Hmmm thats to bad. Hopefully God will be merciful when he judges me. Waiter.
Writer: I know. Youre hungry. Why dont we order than first than we can talk business. So what looks good?
Producer: You deceased
Writer: Hey, thats funny. No, seriously what do you want,
Producer: You to evaporate.
Writer: Sorry cant does that not just yet
Producer: Let me ask you something. Are you my punishment for some past life transgression?
Writer: Actually, I am your savior; I am here to save you
Producer: From what?
Writer: From yourself. From your mediocre existence.
Producer: excuse me, but I am not in any way shape of form mediocre
Writer: let me rephrase; no, you personally are not mediocre. You are one of Hollywoods biggest producers, but the product
you gave us, well
.
Producer: Ill have you know my last tree movies have grossed out at least 200 million a piece. I am a goddess in this town.
Writer: hey, if you want to judge success on money, thats your business. . Im talking about raising your sense of values. Lifting your artistic standards to a whole new level. I can do that for you.
Producer: Oh no! Ive got it youre an actor, right?
Writer: Dont be ridiculous.
Producer: Then you must be worse. But is there anything worse than an actor. OH MY GOSH!! Youre a writer!! What have I gotten myself into?
Writer: Relax, Im harmless
Producer: WRITERS.
writers are never harmless. Im surprised you are here alone. Dont you people usually travel in packs?
Writer: Not always
Producer: And if you are here Im almost sure there is some voluminous piece of scrap paper you like to refer to as. Oh yea what do you call it. Ah, yes a script.
Writer: Funny you should bring that up
Producer: What is that?
Writer: your escape from oblivion.
Producer: Thats not a script, thats a tome
Writer: Its a masterpiece, I want you to know I am very serious about this and I have been working on it for about a month.
Producer: How long is that. That thing!!
Writer: page-wise. I am not sure. But I figure that in this form the movie will run OH, give or take o Id say nine hours.
Producer: Nine hours?? Are you insane no body will sit trough a nine-hour movie!!
Writer: Sure they will dont sell the public short. They sat through Dances with Wolves didnt they?
Producer: Dances with wolves was 3 hours long.
Writer: Really, Hmmmm seemed like nine. Anyway enough on that piece of garbage. This is the baby that will make you a hit in this town.
Producer: I AM ALREADY A HIT IN THIS TOWN!!
Writer: Just in your own mind, look why dont you sit down?
Producer: Because obviously you are some lunatic who escaped some asylum.
Writer: nope, just Orange county
Producer: Same things, what will it take to make you go away?
Writer: Listen to me. Seriously.
Producer: If there is the slightest chance you will go away. Ill listen.
Writer: Ok great. This is a story thats full of well, everything.
Producer: of that Im sure.
Writer: I like to see it as a cross between Home Alone and Platoon
Producer: Are you kidding me?
Writer: Not at all. Its the story of a little boy whose father is going off to Vietnam and the boy sneaks off to Nam with his dad
by hiding in his duffel bag.
Producer: Im speechless
Writer: I knew you would be. Anyway the fathers jeep is ambushed and everyone is killed
Producer: Except the little boy
Writer: Of course. He is left alone in Hanoi and to avenge his fathers death, he becomes the youngest, smallest Special
Forces officer in history
Producer: And he single handedly wins the war, right.
Writer: Yes, or he steps on a land mine and blows up, I havent decided yet I have two endings
Producer: And what do you plan to call this epic you are going to inflict on the public.
Writer: A Connecticut child in Ho Chi Mins Court
Producer: that does it. Ok, now I have listened to your insane idea now, before I take you into the kitchen and boil you, run,
do not walk to the nearest exit and take your pitiful scribbles with you.
Writer: But.
Producer: GO!!!!
Writer: You know you try and do some people a favor and they cant see a good idea when its staring them in the face. Suit yourself. Enjoy your mediocrity.
Producer: (on cell Phone) Murray shut up and listens. I want you to stop production on this stupid space thing we are doing. Why? Ill tell you why. I just got a brilliant idea for a new film. Well, I take place in Vietnam.
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