The Script about the Scripts
INT. OFFICE - NIGHT
After a long night of reading mind-numbingly inane
screenplays, producer JACK PRATZ leans his head against the
back of his leather recliner and lets out a sigh as he tosses
another waste of paper into the garbage.
JACK
I swear, if the next screenplay I
read isn't gold, I'm jumping out
the window.
Jack reaches to the pile of scripts at his side and blindly
picks one out - "The Sixth Floor," by Nathaniel Jones. He
flips through it, slowly at first, then picking up speed as
he realizes how money this screenplay is.
JACK
Wow! And I thought "Casablanca" was
good! But this! This! The tension!
The backstory! It's all so vivid!
He places the script on his desk. He grabs the next script in
the pile - an episode of The Simpsons called "Duff Conquers
All," again by Nathaniel Jones.
JACK
Wow - drama AND comedy? Is there
anything this guy can't do?
He reads the episode with giddy glee, places the script on
his desk, and pulls out another script by Nathaniel Jones - a
collection of educational skits, including "Thomas Hardy-Har
Har-Har," "The Plural of 'Play' is 'Plays'," and "Goofus and
Galant Teach us about Communication."
JACK
These scenes put the FUN in
FUNdamental!
Jack is so excited that he hops up and down on one foot, then
the other, and then does eleventy-seven backflips. That's a
lot.
The next script on the pile is collection of humorous scenes -
again by Nathaniel Jones. This set includes "The Comedy
Stylings of God," "Faundiana, the Canadian Princess," "The
Marx Brothers Car Dealership," "Musky's Revenge," and the
award-winning homecoming skit "Who's the Lone Ranger?"
JACK
These are so good, I have suddenly
gained the ability to fly!
Jack flies around the room, laughing at the hillarity of the
scenes, and tosses that script onto the desk.
The final script of the evening is a foreign film called
"Anti-'Forest Death'," in its original German, and translated
into English by an online automated translator.
JACK
Das ist sehr gut! That is very
good!
Having finished off the night reading the scripts of
Nathaniel Jones, Jack has regained the will to live, and has
learned how to fly.
JACK
I'd say that Nathaniel Jones is the
single greatest screenwriter of our
time! He'll make my movie studio
gazillions!
Jack then grabs his coat off the coat rack, and grabs his
horse off of the horse rack, and he then rides into the
sunset.
CUT TO:
INT. PRESIDENT'S OFFICE - DAY
VICTOR MANLY, the president of Callipygian Pictures, sits at
his desk playing tic-tac-toe.
Suddenly, the door exlodes into the room, and there on
horseback sits Jack, with the pile of scripts in hand.
VICTOR
Jack! What is the meaning of this?
That door was expensive!
JACK
Forget about the door, Victor -
these scripts I have will make us
enough money that we could buy a
million doors!
VICTOR
Imagine how much knocking could be
had with a million doors! What
screenwriter could hold so much
power?
JACK
His name is Nathaniel Jones - look
at all of these fantastic stories I
have brought!
VICTOR
Nathaniel Jones? I do believe I've
heard of him...
Victor shuffles through papers on his desk and picks up a few
scripts.
VICTOR
Yes - one of my readers sent these
up this morning; said she had an
almost religious experience reading
them. I haven't had a chance to
look at them yet.
JACK
Well, read them now, my friend, so
that you too may see the way!
Victor flips open the first script, a post-college melodrama
titled "The Cat." He reads page after page, his eyes growing
wide.
VICTOR
What is this? I've never before
been so moved by a story - that
poor man! And that poor cat!
JACK
Don't stop there, Victor - read on!
Victor hands Jack "The Cat," and picks up the next
screenplay, a two part unromantic comedy called "Breaking Up
is Hard to Do." With tears in his eyes, Victor reads the
screenplay the whole way through.
VICTOR
I no understand what ten years of
therapy could not make clear to me -
my life now has meaning!
JACK
Yes - the only thing to do now is
call upon this Nathaniel Jones, and
hire him to write for us the most
magnificent movie of all time!
VICTOR
It shall be done, Jack. It shall be
done.
The two men look at each other, and with a smile on his face,
Victor reaches for the telephone.
FADE TO BLACK.
