They live and breathe celebrity scoop, take pride in these private revelations about the beautiful people. Junketeers, they're called, or junket junkies, veterans everyone there knows by name, whose day planners are booked every weekend with these trips, mostly to Los Angeles or New York. At one point, they share pictures of each other from Maui, like college friends after a wild, half-forgotten party. Then a Columbia Pictures rep enters the room. Hate to break up this little party, boys and girls, but we need bodies in those other rooms.
Someone has to go.
Everyone looks around. My new room is only half full, with less experienced writers, quieter and less abrasive than the junketeers. Yes, the cast got along famously. But with this cast, it does at least sound sincere. But they are only minor characters in this film, and as such, they are not at this junket.