My scriptwriting tutor has contacted our group: We need to have a 2-3 page scene blocked out for our next session. Ok, so I've never written dialog and I'm supposed to be working on the story of the woman who leaves her kid at a Wendy's. Let's try a dialog-driven blog entry.

INT. LIVING ROOM

HUGSHYHERMIT sits on daybed, D sits in a chair.

H: I went out to Spurs after the SS NOVA reception. {relates story found a few blog entries back titled "And on a completely unrelated note" and ending with...} So I came home and went to sleep.

D: Good for you!

H: How was your date with the ballet dancer?

D: He didn't ask many questions. I had to keep the conversation going.

H: I'm jealous. You're going out on all the dates lately.

D: Did you go to Spurs just to pick someone up?

H: Uh huh.

*Phone rings*

INT. OFFICE CUBICLE.

H: Hello, [BIPC],[real first and last name].

PRODUCT MANAGER: The G product needs to be in the mega library with a cross reference to states.

H: I filed the metadata form for that ... I think.

PM: Well, we're not creating a new library. It takes months to create one of those.

H: Oh! Did I file the wrong form? I filed a create library and file form.

PM: You need to file a modify library form and create new file form. For mega.

H: Shouldn't it be in states? All the other territories are found on the states menu.

PM: It will be cross-filed to states. Did you go to the [BIPC party]? I wasn't invited.

H: You were invited.

INT. TRAILER. 6 months earlier.
H sits on bed. COREY sits in chair. You can see PIKES PEAK through a window. COREY is so high you can see BIRDS chirping, flying around his head.

H: Hey that's cool you got your license back. Are you still drinking?

Corey: No. I stopped last October. Figured I need to get in charge of my life.

H: Cool.

*beat*

How's the job thang looking?

C: Sux. I'm trying to go to school in January. To be a Veterinarian's Assistant.

H: That's cool. I can see you doing that.

C: I like being around animals. Better than most people.

INT. OFFICE CUBICLE - CONT.
L: I have a question about the Content Correction Guidelines. I'm sitting validating a document and I want to make sure I'm doing everything absolutely OK before I send it on. I could swear I saw something in there about cites found in the front-ends.

H (hanging up phone): Let's take a look.

H clicks on various menus and links on P.C. intranet screens. Phone rings.

H: Hello, [BIPC].

DK: I'm returning your call.

H: Oh, L's here with a question you might be able to help with. I'm putting you on speaker.

L: Hi DK. Isn't there something in the c. c. g. about segs we don't val to? I want to make absolutely certain I'm not doing something I shouldn't before sending it on. I saw it just the other day, but now that I need it I can't find it. (laughs)

DK: I don't know, I don't seem to be giving out correct answers today.

H: Oh, I'm sure we can find it. I've got the guidelines up on the screen.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONT.
D: Do you ever count the hundreds of people you've slept with?

H: Hundreds!

D: I slept with two people a week the year after I broke up with [Chen].

H: I used to keep track, but not anymore. I slept with 43 guys up to when I was 28.

D: 43!

H: And three girls. It was the 80s.

INT. OFFICE CUBICLE - CONT.
H (wrapping up conversation): ... Does that help you L?

L: Yes, thanks. (leaves)

H (taking speakerphone off): So we answered one question right today. What about the Ed Notes for non-reproducible images? I originally asked T if he felt it was part of the court contact process, but being realistic, LDC isn't going to contact the courts about something we don't reproduce. Then I thought about whether it was restricted, but it's not really. I think Dot can add the note herself, don't you think?

DK: That's what I told her. Te got back with her. Didn't you see the e-mail?

H: No. Did you send it to the right [hugshyhermit]? There's the other [hugshyhermit] who works here you know.

DK: I just sent it. I'll send it again.

INT. TRAILER - CONT.
C: I really like talking to you.

H: We have a good laugh.

C: I don't talk to many people. I respect your opinion.

H: Hey, thanks.

C: I don't just say that. I wish you lived closer. We could go hiking and stuff.

H (V.O.): It'll never work.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONT.
D: I just want a boyfriend.

H (V.O.): It'll never work.

INT. OFFICE CUBICLE - CONT.
H is shifting some papers around on desk. Uncovers SHORT STORY about Mom who discovers kid has burned down next-door neighbor's home, along with SUBMISSION FORM to obscure midwestern Literary Journal.

H (V.O.): It'll never work.

*phone rings*

D (on phone, melodically): Hell-o, [real name].

H: Hey. Still up for getting a tattoo this weekend?

INT. OFFICE -- a year from now
AGENTS sit around coffee table with SCREENPLAY on it. They have just finished sniffing COKE.

AGENT #1 (coughing): It's better than 'Adaptation'...

AGENT #2: I was thinking 'The Swimming Pool'...

AGENT #3: It's 'American Splendor' meets 'Mulholland Drive' meets 'All Over The Guy'!

AGENT #2: Who else this guy showing to?

AGENT #1: Coppola said he might opt.

AGENT #2: Whaddya think. A mil? Two?

AGENT #3: Let's start with that. I'll make the call. (reaches for telephone) *beat*

(All laugh.)

AGENT #1: What a load of crap!

AGENT #2: What a self-centered, self-important bitch!

AGENT #3 (taking out cigarette): Anyone got a light?

AGENT #2 takes SCREENPLAY and dips it in lighter, then extends burning paper over to cigarette. CLOSE IN on title: 'LUSCIOUS DESERT'