sandbox
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Here’s the sample again:
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INT. HOSPITAL – DAY
TED walks down the hall, clipboard in hand. MARTY catches up to him.
MARTY
I thought you were going home?
TED
When there are sick people who need my help? I’m a better doctor than that. I thought you were too.
CUT TO:
MARTY
in an operating theater, rummaging around inside a patient’s abdomen.
MARTY
(freaked out)
Where the hell’s my watch?
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Here’s the stuff I wrote before the opening scrippet tag.
INT. HOSPITAL -- DAY
TED walks down the hall, clipboard in hand. MARTY catches up to him.
MARTY
I thought you were going home?
TED
When there are sick people who need my help? I’m a better doctor than that. I thought you were too.
CUT TO:
MARTY
in an operating theater, rummaging around inside a patient’s abdomen.
MARTY
(freaked out)
Where the hell’s my watch?
And I can write things after the closing scrippet tag.
INT. LUCKY’S APARTMENT – KITCHEN – DAY
A hand opens a fridge door. The hand belongs to MADAGASCAR (LUCKY) O’MALLEY, 24, as she pulls out a pan of marinated barbecue chicken. She plops the pan on the counter.
Her brash friend STORMY CHO, 26, stares at the uncooked meat.
LUCKY
A little help would be appreciated.
STORMY
Okay. How about I pick up the phone and dial 1-800-KFC-NOW. Will that help?
LUCKY
No way. I’m going for home cooked all the way.
Lucky pulls her red-streaked hair back into a ponytail. She grabs a few spices out of the cupboard.
LUCKY
Hey, do you know any aphrodisiac spices I can sprinkle on the chicken? I want Bob to remember this meal.
STORMY
How about something so hot and spicy he’s speechless?
LUCKY
Come on. He’s not that bad. Is he?
Silence from Stormy.
Lucky finishes shaking some spices on the chicken.
LUCKY
(sliding pan into oven)
Maybe I need a little structure in my life.
STORMY
Well, every dog needs a leash.
LUCKY
Could you at least help me with the salad? This three-month anniversary is really important to me.
STORMY
Sorry, I gave up cooking for Lent.
LUCKY
It’s nowhere close to Lent. And you’re not Catholic.
Stormy shrugs and grabs a mint off the kitchen counter. She pops the mint in her mouth and saunters out of the kitchen.
Lucky picks up a spice jar.
LUCKY
(calling out to Stormy)
So, you think more red pepper?
Testing scrippets before entering.
EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY
SHENG, 17, comes out of the kitchen door, letting the screen bang behind him.
LUIS, 21, paces by the dumpster.
SHENG
Smooth move in there, Ex-Lax. Lucky he didn’t fire you.
End of test.