So, We're Dorks.

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.]

And… cut.


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.