(Darcy and Larry Quinn are lounging around a fancy office. Darcy is leaned all the way back in a chair with his feet up on the desk, and Larry is laying face down, draped over a couch on the other side of the room. A phone is ringing.)
Darcy: I’m bored.
Larry: Me too. (pause) I can’t wait for the fireworks this weekend.
Darcy: Fireworks are awesome.
Larry: (Picking head up from couch) Would you PLEASE answer that phone.
Darcy: YOU answer it.
Larry: Dude, I’m the boss of you. Answer it.
Darcy: It’ll stop in a minute.
Larry: Do you have any gum?
Darcy: No…..chewed it. (snaps gum)
Larry: Who do you think that is calling?
Darcy: I dunno. Probably some GM. They’ve been hassling me all day.
Larry: Ugh. I hate those guys.
(Jochen Hecht bursts into the room)
Hecht: OH MY GOD WILL SOMEONE ANSWER THE FLIPPING PHONE?! IT’S BEEN RINGING FOR TWENTY MINUTES!
(Darcy and Larry don’t move except to lift their heads to look at Hecht)
Larry: Answer it yourself, Fritz.
(Hecht sighs dramatically and picks up phone)
Hecht: (into phone) Darcy Regier’s office, this is Jochen Hecht speaking. (looks down at Darcy Reiger who nearly horizontal in his chair and blowing bubbles with his gum) No….he’s not available right now. Can I take a message? (begins scribbling things down on a pad) Okay, okay, I’ve got it. Thank you Mr. Burke, I’ll have him call you right back. Goodbye.
Darcy: (not moving) The Burkinator. That dude is kuh-RAZY. What did he want?
Hecht: (reading directly off notepad) Check your email….asswipe. Schenn for Tallinider is off the table.
Larry: HAHAHA! Brian Burke called you an asswipe, Darce.
Darcy: (mumbling) Whatever.
Hecht: (tosses pad onto desk in disgust) Shouldn’t you guys BE WORKING?!
Larry: We ARE working. (pause) We just took a call from Brian Burke.
Hecht: No you DIDN’T!
Darcy: Jochen, this is my quiet genius at work, okay? If you don’t like it, maybe you should go play for another team. (sarcastically) Oh wait….You CAN’T, can you? Nobody WANTS you on their team, do they?
Larry: Heh. Your contract is untouchable, dude.
Darcy: I’m hungry.
Larry: Me too.
Darcy: Oooh. You wanna get Jim’s for lunch, Lare?
(Larry leaps off the couch)
Larry: HELLZ YEAH I DO!
(Darcy leaps out of chair)
(Darcy and Larry high five and start a conga line out of the office)