Dialogue

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SCENE 1

B: Hey.
A: Hey.
B: How’s it going?
A: Not really good.
B: Why’s that?
A: I’m having writers block. I can’t think of anything for a good scene.
B: The scene that we’re doing in Erickson’s?
A: The exact same one. I'm trying my hardest to put something on this paper.
B: Hmm. Well I can help you get some ideas for the scene
A: Yes, please. Help is needed at this point.
B: Okay… How about you do a scene about your years in high school and asking a girl out to pr-

* slap\*

A: Get your head out of your ass, man. I want to be creative, not cliché and boring.
B: Sheesh. You could’ve just said no, rather than giving me a slap on the face.
A: Sorry. Any more ideas?
B: Hmm… You could write the life of a bad guy and how he entered the troubled life?
A: How did he enter the troubled life?
B: Hmm... Parents?
A: Yeah! I'll use that!
B: Great! Then we're all se-
A: If I was becoming a bad writer I'll use it.
B: Jeez. I'm thinking that you don't really need my help.
A: You're not thinking outside of the box, B. I could write about anything and anyone. Why, I could write about you getting up and getting a drink of water.
B: Don't be silly.

A: Hey, Jesse. MayI tell you something?
Jesse: Yeah, sure.
A: Well you know Jessica, right? My sister?
Jesse: Yes.
A: Well I think that she fell in love with a freshman.
Jesse: Oh lord, have mercy!
A: Yeah...I don’t know if it’s true or not, and my sister wouldn’t respond to me. But may you keep a promise to keep quiet?
Jesse: I promise I’ll keep quiet.
A: Good. Because it’ll tarnish her reputation if this gets out. I love my sister to death, and I don’t want to see her get sad because of some rumor.

* A leaves\*
* Jesse goes to his boyfriend, Applebees\*

Jesse: Hey Applebee. You know who Jessica is right?
Applebees: Yes, I know who Jessica is. Why? What's wrong?
Jesse: I heard from A that Jessica kissed a freshman.
Applebees: Oh my god! That's bad!
Jesse: Yes. But don't tell anyone though, because I don't want Jessica to feel stressed out about this thing.
Applebees: Gotcha.

* Applebees goes to Wendy, a hot and j

A: Hey, I wanted to know if this is where I sign up for-
B: BEGONE! NO WHITEYS ALLOWED!
A: No, no, no, no! I’m a part of you, brother.
B: What?
A: Yeah… I’m a part of you.
B: What do you mean?
A: I’m a black man living in a whitey's body.
B: You’re joking, right?
A: No, I’m not. I hate white people and how they think that they’re better than any other race in the world. A lot of our brothers are disregarded in America.
B:

A: You have to get out now.
B: Excuse me?
A: You heard me. I don't want you to live in this place anymore.
B: Well what did I do to make you kick me out?
A: Tons of stuff.
B: Like?
A: Not taking any responsibility of paying your part of the rent; not cleaning after yourself, and having your "friends" come over here and destroy my side of the bed.
B: They haven't been in your bed at all.
A: Then what do you explain this damn g-string I found underneath my bed? Huh?
B: They're mine. I s-swear.
A: Really? I've seen your laundry before, and I have never seen this in your pile. I feel like I'm taking care of a teenager.
B: Well what about your dog? Your dog causes a bigger mess than I do, and he's like a small tornado carrying round dirt and germs.
A: Hey, you don't talk about my dog! Only I can talk about my dog, and no other human being!
B: Are you offended right now?
A: No.