"I have a problem with the credits."
"Hmm?"
"There. You've named the actor A Ten-Year Old Virgin."
"So?"
"Does, at any point, in the course of the motion picture, this character, this ten-year old, lose his virginity?"
"No. He has only one scene totaling thirty seconds of screentime."
"Then what the hell is the point of this?"
"He's a virgin, is he not?"
"You're one sick puppy, you know?"

"Not really, merely observant"
"Really ?"
"Yes"
"Heres another one"
"Another what ?"
"Another weird credit"
"Where ?"
"Here"
"Which one?"
"This, here, The Man Standing With Sunglasses Near The Water Fountain Waiting?"
"What's so weird about it?"

"Well, for starters, he wasn't wearing sunglasses!"
"Hey, blame the editor!"
"I'm the fookin' editor! The Man Standing With Sunglasses Near The Water Fountain Waiting is the fookin' star of the fookin' movie!"
"You know—"
"Can you imagine how incensed he'll be?! It'll be a fookin' breach of contract!"
"You know, they're all overpaid. You're forgetting the unsung—"
"Like you, the lowly credits typist? You fookin' fooker, I have—"

"You forget, you fookin' fook, that I fooking typed down what the fookin' director wanted!''
"Fook off"
"You Fook off"

"Oi, keep it down in there, you bastards, the both of you, were in a middle of a scene review here!"
"Sorry Jim"
"Yeah , sorry Jim''

"Shit"
"Shit what?"
"Theres another one"
"Oh for the love of..."
"Seriously, here, The Man Standing With Sunglasses Near The Water Fountain Waiting With A Look Of Intent."

"That's what he's doing, making eyes!"
"I don't care if he's a fookin' pillow biter—"

"Cut! It's not a wrap, people! You two, you're fired!"
"You can't fire the fookin' producer's fookin' son! You're the one fookin' fired!"
"An artist can't work in conditions like this! I quit!"

"Oi, I liked that one: Cancer Victim Having A Cigarette."
"Hey, thanks, Jim. Care for a smoke?"