Sunday, March 09, 2008

An M4H made-for-blog movie script excerpt


Michael: Hey guys.

Brett: 'Sup guy.

Scott: How's it going, guy.

Michael: Can you believe old man Johnson and his bullshit attitude?

Brett: Um. Well..

Michael: Ok, you're my people, and i know you'll give it to me straight. How did I do?

Brett: The truth, Michael? It

Michael: Aw, crap. I'm so fucking dead. I might as well return this beautiful suit so they can give it to someone who deserves it.

Scott: Hey relax, guy.

Michael: No, no, no, no, Scott! I will not relax. He really hated my piecharts. Even the orange ones. Christ, what kind of maniac doesn't like orange piecharts? I feel like i'm lost in Crazytown. Oh gosh, I need a drink.

Scott: Yeah, Bro. He really hates you.

Michael: Thanks, alot Scott.

Brett: Michael. Just stop it. This is 1981. Life moves fast. Stop whinging like a little girl. It's disgusting. And besides, you can't return the suit because we bought the set together. And I know I'm not ready to part with these threads, pimpin'.

Brett: I hear that, dawg.

Michael: Guys, I just feel lately like I'm some kind of suave urban Indiana jones in my own personal temple of doom.

Scott: Stop being so hard on yourself. You're more like that squawky Chinese kid to my Dr. Jones.

Brett: First of all, I'm Dr. Jones. Scott, you're built like a Chinese boy. And Michael, that leaves only one spot: The crying lady. Look. You sucked today. Big deal, brosef.

Scott: Plus you suck alot of the time, so I don't think Johnson will notice, Mike.

Brett: Shut it, Scott. Go huff some glue.

Scott: Spoken like a true non-glue sniffer. Stop trying to keep me down. This bird has to soar.

Michael: You know what? You guys are awful friends. I'm outta here. If you need me I'll be in the park eating big league chew. Peace out, losers.

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