Neo Kervoskia
10-08-2005, 01:01
...for this script I wrote?
Story: Two friends, Enver and Joseph, are going to help their friend, Sacha, kill their other friend, Alexei? Why? Because Alexei impregnanted Sacha's sister as a practical joke. It has no plot, really, but has interesting dialogue.
Here is an excerpt. It's about the fast food industry. They are very dry and sarcastic. Please tell me what you think of this bit of dialogue.
Enver:
Yes, did you see the look in his eyes, he was on the edge.
Joseph:
I didn't gather that from his look.
Enver:
Then what did you gather from it?
Joseph:
He was just another poor fucker wo was either too stupid or too lazy to attend a university and now he works at some shitty fast food joint making minimum wage and living in a unreasonably priced, low-class apartment somewhere near the ghetto downtown.
Enver:
You're very perceptive, continue.
Joseph:
I shall. He probably works a double shift and barely makes enough money to pay the rent and has none remaining to purchase food, so he has too eat the left-overs that his ********** manager graciously gives him.
Enver interrupts.
Enver:
How do you know that he's a **********? Perhaps he's a decent boss.
Joseph:
Simple, because they always are. Let me ask you something, have you ever had or known of someone who had a good boss?
Enver:
Well, what about Rosenberg?
Joseph:
The Jew who owned that bookstore?
Enver:
Yeah.
Joseph:
He was a lousy boss.
Enver:
Why do you say that?
Joseph:
He may not have been bad to you, but he was a royal asshole to the customers. Remember when he kicked those kids out that one time; when he threatened to call the police?
Enver:
They were skinheads.
Joseph:
They were only looking for books, what's wrong with that?
Enver:
They were skinheads, what the hell did you expect?
Joseph:
That's not the point. The point is that he was a jerk.
Enver:
They were fucking [skinheads]!
Joseph:
That doesn't fucking matter, so let's move on, shall we?
Enver:
Alright, alright.
Joseph:
All of that aside, he was still a jerk; he was always cutting your pay.
Enver:
That's true.
Joseph:
Did he ever give you a reason for doing so?
Enver:
He was a ****so I guess he didn't need one.
Joseph:
There you go, proof that your boss was a jerk. With that in mind, I will continue to present my scenario.
Enver:
By all means, doctor, I wish to hear it
Joseph:
His manager makes him work even later and his rent is always overdue. He has collection agencies sending him bills and noticies up the ass. His girlfriend left him for some two-bit guitarist and he hasn't ****** any [living] thing in months. He is extremely depressed, but all his psychiatrist does is hand him prescription after prescription because he's too lazy to do anything else, and he's ******* his secretary and, naturally, he wan't to get him out of the way. The schmuck back there keeps taking one right after another, boom, boom, boom, until he's as high as a fucking kite. Those pills are the only thing in the world that bring him close to something that remotely resembles happiness, but hell, he's desperate so he'll take any goddamn thing that you put in front of him. By the time the effects ware off, he needs another fix, however his psychiatrist always seems to be on a busines trip or is taking a personal day whenever he needs another prescription. So, he sinks to an even lower level of desperation. He calls anyone and everyone he knows who may have some valium or some shit like that. Nobody has a goddamned thing and he's twitiching as if he was a teenager with ADD and a severe coke addiction. He has to find something. He starts to ask random people on the street, anyone it didn't fucking matter, for even an aspirin. Finally, after freezing his ass off for five hours, he finds someone who is more than happy to oblige, but only on the condition that he receives a ******* in return. The guy does it and receives his pills. Then it happens all over again next week.
Enver:
Hm, that sounds much like the American dream.
Joseph:
Or at least something resembling it.
Enver:
Don't you consider that on the edge?
Joseph:
Of insanity?
Enver:
Yes, but not that edge, the other one mind you.
Enver makes a gesture with his hands.
Joseph:
No, I would consider that a good week for him.
Edited for language.
Story: Two friends, Enver and Joseph, are going to help their friend, Sacha, kill their other friend, Alexei? Why? Because Alexei impregnanted Sacha's sister as a practical joke. It has no plot, really, but has interesting dialogue.
Here is an excerpt. It's about the fast food industry. They are very dry and sarcastic. Please tell me what you think of this bit of dialogue.
Enver:
Yes, did you see the look in his eyes, he was on the edge.
Joseph:
I didn't gather that from his look.
Enver:
Then what did you gather from it?
Joseph:
He was just another poor fucker wo was either too stupid or too lazy to attend a university and now he works at some shitty fast food joint making minimum wage and living in a unreasonably priced, low-class apartment somewhere near the ghetto downtown.
Enver:
You're very perceptive, continue.
Joseph:
I shall. He probably works a double shift and barely makes enough money to pay the rent and has none remaining to purchase food, so he has too eat the left-overs that his ********** manager graciously gives him.
Enver interrupts.
Enver:
How do you know that he's a **********? Perhaps he's a decent boss.
Joseph:
Simple, because they always are. Let me ask you something, have you ever had or known of someone who had a good boss?
Enver:
Well, what about Rosenberg?
Joseph:
The Jew who owned that bookstore?
Enver:
Yeah.
Joseph:
He was a lousy boss.
Enver:
Why do you say that?
Joseph:
He may not have been bad to you, but he was a royal asshole to the customers. Remember when he kicked those kids out that one time; when he threatened to call the police?
Enver:
They were skinheads.
Joseph:
They were only looking for books, what's wrong with that?
Enver:
They were skinheads, what the hell did you expect?
Joseph:
That's not the point. The point is that he was a jerk.
Enver:
They were fucking [skinheads]!
Joseph:
That doesn't fucking matter, so let's move on, shall we?
Enver:
Alright, alright.
Joseph:
All of that aside, he was still a jerk; he was always cutting your pay.
Enver:
That's true.
Joseph:
Did he ever give you a reason for doing so?
Enver:
He was a ****so I guess he didn't need one.
Joseph:
There you go, proof that your boss was a jerk. With that in mind, I will continue to present my scenario.
Enver:
By all means, doctor, I wish to hear it
Joseph:
His manager makes him work even later and his rent is always overdue. He has collection agencies sending him bills and noticies up the ass. His girlfriend left him for some two-bit guitarist and he hasn't ****** any [living] thing in months. He is extremely depressed, but all his psychiatrist does is hand him prescription after prescription because he's too lazy to do anything else, and he's ******* his secretary and, naturally, he wan't to get him out of the way. The schmuck back there keeps taking one right after another, boom, boom, boom, until he's as high as a fucking kite. Those pills are the only thing in the world that bring him close to something that remotely resembles happiness, but hell, he's desperate so he'll take any goddamn thing that you put in front of him. By the time the effects ware off, he needs another fix, however his psychiatrist always seems to be on a busines trip or is taking a personal day whenever he needs another prescription. So, he sinks to an even lower level of desperation. He calls anyone and everyone he knows who may have some valium or some shit like that. Nobody has a goddamned thing and he's twitiching as if he was a teenager with ADD and a severe coke addiction. He has to find something. He starts to ask random people on the street, anyone it didn't fucking matter, for even an aspirin. Finally, after freezing his ass off for five hours, he finds someone who is more than happy to oblige, but only on the condition that he receives a ******* in return. The guy does it and receives his pills. Then it happens all over again next week.
Enver:
Hm, that sounds much like the American dream.
Joseph:
Or at least something resembling it.
Enver:
Don't you consider that on the edge?
Joseph:
Of insanity?
Enver:
Yes, but not that edge, the other one mind you.
Enver makes a gesture with his hands.
Joseph:
No, I would consider that a good week for him.
Edited for language.