Tarantinoesque Script

TOM: 

So she just gets in the market, totally unkown, and releases her record right? Now, pay attention to this...

PIERCE:

Sorry Tom, not getting it... Why is it so damn hot in here?

TOM: 

Come on..., you must have heard Lady Gaga, it's everywhere nowadays...

PIERCE:

Oh that gaga stuff, I don't quite listen to the radio, you know, jobs like these get you home fagged out...

TOM:

Stop complaining, I didn't even have time to brush my teeth this morning. I tell you, those tunes are awesome, the cadences, the atmospheres created..., it's really not like that modern music, standardized and computer-made, I assure you, this, is real. Why, she did actually study music! Bet you get it know...

PIERCE:

Uh? Dunno, surely she must have released a cheap porno, Paris Hilton like, something... merely accidental. That's the way chicks get nown today.

TOM: 

Pretty sure she hasn't made any, believe me it would be well-known. 

A subway starts arriving the station. Camera fixed in a mid-long shot of both characters sitting down. The noise covers their dialogue, which is indistinct. Subway leaves. 

PIERCE:

Just hand on to this damn briefcase a sec, I'll take something off before I melt

TOM:

You always trying to make theatrical moments about everything, just try not to exxagerate it that much right? Sit down come on...

PIERCE: 

I know you like it when I dramatize. And you're taking this too freely, you know we can't loose that...

TOM: 

Uh, right... Here it comes, shut up and jump in

Subway arrives, they get in. Camera fixed on the empty bench now.