Fast Five

Miscarriage of Justice

A: We should go to Cape Canaveral. There’s a shuttle launch.
B: But it’s five hours away.
A: We can take the jet.
B: It’s five hours away by jet.
A: I’ll fly.
B: It’s not that I mind flying, I can’t leave the State.
A: You have to change your lawyer, man. One drunken brawl and you can’t leave the State? Talk about miscarriage of justice.
B: Let’s do something closer to home.
A: We can volunteer to read books for the blind kids…
B: I’d rather make a donation. That gives me an idea. I should ask my lawyer if donations count towards community service.
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The Lottery

X: Fifty bucks if you know what ‘It follows’ is.
D: Fifty bucks? I can’t even get my shirt ironed for that. I say, raise.
X: Can’t, man. My accountant says I shouldn’t bet more than fifty a pop.
D: Stop being such a conformist. That selfish bastard is probably looking out for his salary.
X: Actually, he works for us pro bono. There was this lottery that I won, and the prize was a free accountant.
D: That’s rad, bro… Isn’t Bono the lead singer of U2?
X: Yes, they call it pro bono because of him.
D: Hmm, that makes sense. Must be like how they got carte blanche from Cate Blanchett.
X: Dude, we should totally go see Cinderella.
D: Can’t go unless we are accompanied by a girl. The theatre won’t let us in otherwise.
A: Let’s hire an escort. My dad gets a discount.
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The one with the Gun (short)

C: Shit shit shit, I’ve got an exam in an hour and gun to my head, I know nothing. Nada. What have I been doing the whole semester? Or even the past week? Or even yesterday? Why do I always have to wake up with no bullets in the middle of a gunfight?
L: Just shave and tuck-in your shirt. You’ll be fine. Mama always said that, God bless her soul.
C (exasperated): Did someone put a bullet in her head? Please tell me someone put a bullet in her head.
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New York Herald Tribune

M: There are two kinds of people in this world- those who watch and those who do. All you ever do is watch and write about movies. I am so sick and tired of you and your movie outings. If it’s a Truffaut film festival this week, it’s Godard the next. And your bucket list is just as pathetic- Toronto film festival and Cannes? Don’t you have any desire to actually do something?
T: Like jump out of a plane or ski down a mountain?
M: Exactement. Admiration is the only verb you seem to be familiar with.
T (throwing up his arms):  You certainly never mind when I make YOU the object of my admiration.
M (glaring): I want someone who is capable of things more than mere admiration. I would appreciate it if you can vacate the apartment. I am done living with someone who lives the life of an imprisoned and invalid old man. Oh, and take that fucking Breathless poster with you. I am sick and tired of having to compete against that New York Herald Tribune-selling-French-speaking-American-accented whore.
T: I am going to pretend you never said that- for the sake of your own dignity. Also, that’s the second time you have used the phrase ‘sick and tired’ in this conversation. You should maybe work on your adjectives.

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Time’s Arrow

(PS: If you can’t make heads and tails of this piece, google the title.)

D: It literally has conversations that go like this.
E: Well, why haven’t I heard of this before? I love such wacky stuff!
D: For the trapped person, who’s our narrator, it’s like watching an entire movie by pressing the rewind button.
E: Whaat!
D: Strictly speaking, it’s nothing more than the biography of an ordinary man, but it’s written from the perspective of a different person who’s trapped inside the man and experiences that life backwards.
E: No, should I? What’s it about?
D: Have you read the Martin Amis novel called ‘Time’s Arrow’?
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