Director: “Greta, dear, it would be really swell if you could get off this couch and report to the set. Because making movies works best when the actors actually do that. Are you following me?”

Greta: “Following you? Are you talking about SpaceLook? You know I don’t do social media. It’s all so… banal. How can one be taken seriously when they post an image of themselves buying a cappuccino?”

Director: “Well, I can’t really speak to that, what with this being Germany in 1925 and the wi-fi signal is essentially negligible. What I can grasp is that, if you don’t get your melodramatic ass moving, we are in violation of our respective contracts and nobody is going to make any money on the back-end.”

Greta: “Money means nothing to me, just as my eventual superstardom pales in comparison to what I am seeing on this television right now.”

Director: “Television? Yet another thing that does not yet exist anywhere on this planet. So, share with me, Anointed Sybil, what your drugs are telling you that you are seeing?”

Greta: “CNN is reporting that Donald Trump is a clueless idiot who could easily kick off a third world war with his immense ineptitude and self-stroking ego.”

Director: “Oh, that. Well, this should come as no surprise to anyone with an ounce of intelligence.”

Greta: “Are you saying the 60 million Americans who voted for him didn’t know what they were doing?”

Director: “Oh, they knew exactly what they were doing. Which means that everything that happens from this point forward is squarely on them.”

Greta: “True enough. Still, it’s a bit sad. What happened to the time when people genuinely cared about one another?”

Director: “Are you sure there really was a time like that? Or are you just envisioning it in your head?”

Greta: “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”

Director: “That sounds very familiar. And it would be a weak move if the writer of this piece signs off with a stolen quote.”

Greta: “Would it? After all, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls.”

Director: “Stop it. Now you and the writer are just belittling yourselves.”

Greta: “Fine, I’ll stop. No, that’s a lie. One more quote.”

Director: “Go for it. The daylight has faded and we can’t film anymore.”

Greta: “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

Director: “Now that’s a message I can get behind.”

Greta: “You twit, why did you keep talking? You just ruined the writer’s perfectly good ending.”

Director: “Sorry. I’m the director. That’s just what we do.”

Originally posted in “Crusty Pie” on 05/25/17. Slight changes made. I could have made more changes, but I’m worn out from feeding all the plastic ducks that now live in this house….