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: My freind said I should post this.. So being the bored teen in the middle of summer, I figured I'd go for it. : Reuben - All they ever do is pillage, burn, and dance. (Reuben on screen) : Larry - Yeah, get's kinda old after a while. : Reuben - But then again, they're blinded by popularity and all the drugs and alcohol : Larry - And of course the sex, and some of them are Catholic (Larry on screen) : Reuben - Good point, Cheeto? : (Beginning credits, full of wonderful names and whatnot, with a tv in the background changing channels with music fulfilling the need for the notes of wonderfulness) : Reuben - You know what would be hilarious? : Larry - What's that? : Reuben - If you'd stay on a channel. I'd laugh my ass off. : Larry - Fine, we'll stay here on the popular World Music station. : Reuben - I'm going. : Larry - Bye (starts changing channels---camera goes to Reuben outside) : Reuben - Self expression usually helps someone get to know another through actions, words, rambings, etc. Scriptwriters usually pop these things into movies because of an undeveloped character that the audience needs to "get to know" because they're going to be important later on and glow in the limelight. Other characters that remain static and don't change aren't given much thought. I consider myself to be pretty dynamic, I mean, I read books. : (opens door to Volvo) : And of course, I drive a '79 Volvo. Which of course, attracts the girls like oil and water. Its beautiful sputtering and scorching hot inside makes the fifty tons of solid metal as reliable as a Kirstin Dunst movie. But, of course, there is the good thing, it's got a CD player. Sometimes the music doesn't sound as good because of the repetitive rythmic sputtering, I'm thinking about getting into techno. : (Drives with stereo on - stops at house, gets out) : You know how you can really see if someone loves or adores you? It's not really the big things like the hugs and the programmed "I love you" or "I miss you," I've realized that it's more than that. Actually less. Okay, love's like the Bible. Religious, I know, but I'm not evangelizing. It is said that more is less and less is more, so what I'm relating to is that the big notions don't mean as much as the little unnoticable gestures. That's where you truly see if that person you adore truly adores you. Basically you get past the big things and see if you notice the little things that actually mean more. All you really have to do is get past that thin screen. : (Rings door) : Charlotte - One second : (opens door and Charlotte stands behind a screen door) : Charlotte - Oh hey, come in. I've wanted to talk to you. (Charlotte on screen) : Reuben - I suppose that's why you asked me to come over.. : Charlotte - Sit down (puts a cold drink on the coaster in front of Reuben) : Reuben - The little things : Charlotte - You know I hate that song, and not just because their name compliments me. : Reuben - (Stands up) I'm not just going to sit there unless you are. I wouldn't want it to be like the woman's back in the kitchen and the man just sits around and scratches. : Charlotte - I'll rub your back in a minute. Now go sit down. : Reuben - K, Char : Charlotte - Okay, here's what I wanted to talk to you about. You know how Courtney Love hired someone to kill Kurt Kobain for money and a blowjob? : Reuben - Well, I'll be going now. Sorry we had to end it this way, but sometimes things don't work out. : Charlotte - I'm sorry, too. But we're still freinds, right? : Reuben - Of course. : (Goes out door) : (On couch with Kim) : Reuben - Okay, so maybe it's not always the little things, but there's always something different with everyone, right? : Kim - It usually isn't anyone's fault. More like a confusing soap opera, because there's going to be twist somewhere in it. You'll see her with a "Yanni" or another woman and question everything. (Kim on screen) : Reuben - But she hates mushy Hispanic music. : Kim - And you hate Air Supply and the Carpenters, but you'll end up in your room listening to them and mourn like you were eighteen and never saw a breast in your life. : Reuben - My god. Thanks, Kim. I'll be in my room. : Kim - Anytime ya wanna talk, bro. : (Room) : Reuben - Irony lives. (Pushes play on CD player, Carpenters come on, Reuben flops on bed and scene cuts.) : Yeah, my crappy movie beginnings. By the way, think you could get me a job? Just kidding. : : Gabe

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