ELLEN PAGE guzzles SUNNY D as some obnoxious INDIE SONG
blares in the background so that everyone knows that this is
an intellectual, independent film.
She enters a convenience store and meets RAINN WILSON.
I need to use the bathroom, as I've been downing delicious, high-quality Sunny Delight for the past hour.
Sunny Delight? You mean the delicious orange-flavored drink containing a full day's supply of vitamin C in every serving?
That's right! I found it in the fridge, behind the purple stuff! Now relinquish the bathroom key geeves, I for shizz need to spout.
I can barely understand you. Is there a reason you're talking like what seems like a teenager designed by a committee of adults that have researched youth by watching MTV around the clock?
Yes, and you better start talking like that too or you'll have no place in the movie, Dwight.
Oh, er, uh, I mean that's one doodle that can't be undid homeskillet oh my god I need a new agent.
You're so quirky! And so am I!
My sentiments exactly.