My Dinner with Sanjay: The Screenplayby Edward Fancy and Sanjay Chokta February 16, 2004 SANJAY: Eddie! How are you?
EDWARD: Sanjay. Good, good. Doing well. SANJAY: Great. EDWARD: Fine. (pause) You doing okay? SANJAY: Super. Just super. (pause) Did you have any trouble finding the…? EDWARD: No. No. It was easy. SANJAY: Oh. Good. EDWARD: I used to have a gym membership at the place at the end of the block. SANJAY: Oh. EDWARD: Not that I used it that much. SANJAY: (laughing) I know what you mean! EDWARD: (pause) Yep. Not that much. SANJAY: Right. EDWARD: Uh-huh. SANJAY: (pause) Did you, uh… you were looking into buying that Chevelle the last time I saw you. EDWARD: Yeah, yeah, I remember. SANJAY: Did that…? EDWARD: Oh, no. The guy wanted too much. SANJAY: (pause) That’s too bad. EDWARD: (pause) It’s okay. (pause) I managed to find a, uh, Dodge about a week later. Cheaper. It runs better, too. SANJAY: Oh. Good. EDWARD: I already sold it. SANJAY: Right. (pause; sigh) So, that Lord of the Rings movie is pretty big right now. EDWARD: Yeah. Big. (pause) Everybody’s talking about it. SANJAY: Right. They are. (pause) Did you like it then…? EDWARD: Oh, I didn’t see it. (pause) I didn’t get around to… not yet. SANJAY: Oh. EDWARD: Yeah. SANJAY: You should. EDWARD: Yeah. I will. SANJAY: Maybe when it comes to the video store. EDWARD: Mm-hmm. SANJAY: (pause) It’s interesting. That movie. You know. (pause) In a way, I watched it almost like I was a second self. Do you know what I mean? EDWARD: No. How? SANJAY: Well, almost like I was experiencing the movie through the eyes of my children. I saw it with my children—Biffy and Magpie—and they simply loved it. But I’ve never been much on fantasy myself. But I watched it, and really enjoyed it, but I wonder if it wasn’t because I was sitting right next to them. EDWARD: Right. SANJAY: Sort of vicariously absorbing the experience with them as a medium. I don’t know what you would call it—reliving my childhood. Or that rare experience of being part of something with more than one person, like you take on a multiple consciousness, this crowd consciousness. Almost like a mob mentality, but in a positive manner. (pause) It was odd. Have you ever had anything like that happen to you? EDWARD: No. SANJAY: (pause) Oh. EDWARD: (pause) There was this one time… (pause) No, that was entirely different. But still. You know. SANJAY: Yes? EDWARD: I do plan on seeing it on video. For more of this great story, buy Edward Fancy and Sanjay Choktan’s My Dinner with Sanjay: The Screenplay Quote of the Day“If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it must be Microsoft's new Futuretron 3000 Duck Simulator. That's almost a duck!”-Rodney Cheesesteak Fortune 500 CookieWhen kicking out at opponents this week, aim for the nuts—always a good strategy. It's time to let that baby shark go home to its mama; it's been two years and you've got to take a bath sometime. Look forward this week to a final showdown with your mortal nemesis, Weezer. But watch out for the Rentals to intervene.Try again later. Top Reasons for Quitting Your Job
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