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Note: This was an actual conversation I had with a co-worker and his childhood friend.
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FADE IN:
EXT. RESIDENTIAL CONSTRUCTION SITE – DAY
A neighbourhood built from scratch, stuffed with new townhouses in various stages of completion.
INT. UNFINISHED GARAGE – DAY
DAVE (23), clad in coveralls and work boots, squats on a plastic crate. He rinses a paint brush in a pail of water.
Two men approach from the driveway: CLINT (27), a slim man in matching coveralls, and GOOSE (29), a stout man wearing a Spider-man tank top, cutoff jeans and sandals.
CLINT: Hey, Dave. You got a minute?
DAVE: For you, Clintoris, I’ve got several.
Dave puts down his brush, stands and dries his hands with a clean rag.
CLINT: This is Goose, a friend of mine from New Zealand.
DAVE: Howdy, Goose. Welcome to Canada.
Dave and Goose shake hands.
GOOSE: Clintoris! That’s brilliant. How did you come up with that?
DAVE: Honestly, it was the first thing that came to mind when we met.
GOOSE: It’s awesome.
DAVE: Back home, no one ever called him Clintoris?
GOOSE: Nah, but I’m sure it’ll catch on real soon.
Goose nudges Clint and gives him a wink.
CLINT: Thanks, Dave. I appreciate that.
DAVE: So why Goose? Is your last name Gosling? Are you a great wing man?
GOOSE: Nah. Clint and the fellas call me Goose because, when I drink, I act like a silly goose.
DAVE: Seriously?
GOOSE: Yippers! And I drink a lot so I get called Goose a lot.
DAVE: Wow. Do all Kiwis suck at nicknames?
GOOSE: We don’t waste time with clever thinking. It slows down our heavy drinking.
DAVE: Ahh, there’s the rub.
CLINT: Drinking piss is our national pastime. It’s what we do best.
Clint checks his watch.
DAVE: Alrighty then. Let’s reconvene up the street. There’s a nice pub just before the lights.
GOOSE: Yeah, she’s a real beauty. I just came from there.
Dave pats Goose on the back.
DAVE: Of course you did, you silly goose. I wouldn’t doubt it for the world.
The three men exit the garage and make their way to a row of parked cars.
FADE OUT.
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