INT. INSIDE AN APARTMENT – AFTERNOON
 Roman and Marty are sitting on a sofa, inside their shared apartment in Los Angeles.
 I’m feeling a little hungry.
 Nah. Not delivery. We’ve been ordering in a lot.
 So we should get off our asses and go out to eat.
 But that would mean getting up.
 Shortly followed by a prolonged silence between them.
 No, I refuse to order. All we do is order in and play videogames. We haven’t even written anything in the past week.
 Yeah… But that’s because we wrote a lot last week.
 We wrote half of an episode Marty! If we don’t get our idea up and running how are we supposed to afford rent?
 We’ll become gigolos.
 Pretty good idea actually.
 I say we go out, get something to eat and brainstorm.
 Okay, Roman. Suppose we do leave, where do you want to eat?
 I’m feeling something exotic. Taco Bell?
 If we’re going to go out Roman, maybe we should eat something healthy.
 First sensible thing I’ve ever heard you say.
 What? I’ll get the brown rice in my burrito. Healthy.
 Maybe we should get sushi, that new place down the road looks okay.
 Nah dude. Dave went there the other day, said it gave him the sh*** for a week.
 This is America. There’s always food. I’m sure if we just leave the apartment we’ll be able to find something.
 Thinking what I’m thinking?
 No. You gave no hint whatsoever for me to possibly know what you were thinking about.
 You said you wanted to go out to eat, and I know a place that doesn’t deliver.
 Marty looks at Roman in a way that expects Roman to think of what Marty is thinking.
 Marty. Just tell me and stop beating around the bush.
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