Scene: It’s 7AM. Overcast. The rays of the sun cannot penetrate the heavy clouds of grey. Camera pans to a young couple standing by the sink in their underwear with hair that tells of a recent roll out of bed. Both mouths have a fair ring of toothpaste about them. They haven’t yet spoken to one another.
[Queue Marcus to break the morning silence.]
Marcus: Look at us with our Sonicares.
[Ashley smiles a luxurious, but pasty smile.]
Ashley: I know, we’re so rich.
[Marcus lifts his nose in a haughty fashion.]
Marcus: We hate to bore our hands and arms with movement.
Ashley: Oh yes, the monotony.
[They both throw their heads back in affluent laughter. The very kind that makes others feel inferior.]
Sometimes this is how we trick ourselves into believing we’re not broke. Although, I certainly hope we would never actually act like this were we not.
Yeah, I know--we’re dorks.