Below is an exchange exercise I like to do where I attempt to paint a scene strictly through dialogue. No scene direction and transitory aid what-so-ever. It leaves it open to the readers interpretation and each visualization tends to be different.
Mr. Biggs: Today's the big day! Are you excited?
Mr. Biggs: The Big 7. Before we get there let's go over the rules.
Mr. Biggs: Rule number One?
Mr. Biggs: The most important one.
Mr. Biggs: There will always be a few casualties. Anyway, you got your mask?
Mr. Biggs: You got your gloves?
Mr. Biggs: Let's here you scary voice.
Mr. Biggs: We'll work on it. Look, we're here. You ready?
Bj: Yea dad...uh I mean. Mr. Biggs.
Mr. Biggs: Alright fuckers this is hold up! Don't do anything stupid and my associate here won't have to help anyone cash in an early retirement. Bj!
Mr. Biggs: Set the explosives.
Teller: Why are you doing this?!
Mr. Biggs: Why? It's my son's birthday.
Mr. Biggs: Why don't you sing him happy birthday.
Mr. Biggs: Why don't you all sing happy birthday. Sing it like you mean it, or I am going to start picking you all off, one by one!
Hostages: Happy Birthday to you!
Mr. Biggs: Happy Birthday to you...
Hostages: Happy birthday...dear....
Mr. Biggs: That's enough! I'm not feeling it. You guys are horrible singers! Bj!? You opened it up yet?
Bj: Ready to go Da-- Mr. Biggs.
Mr. Biggs: Well alright! Let's load it up and get outta here!
Security officer: Freeze!
Mr. Biggs: Oh look, we got a hero!
Security officer: Put the gun down!
Mr. Biggs: Oh yea? How about "you" put "your" gun down!
Mr. Biggs: No? Bj! Can you help our officer be more compliant?
Security: Ah!!! Jesus!! That's my leg you little shit!
Mr. Biggs: Hey, you watch your god damn mouth! That's a child! Bj, how many times have I told you about where the lethal strikes are? Now the poor man is going to bleed out. Strike to the head, he's sure to be dead. Anything below?
Mr. Biggs: Put him out of his misery son, the police will be here any minute and it's time we get going.
Civilian: You are a monster! How can you let your child do something so evil.
Civilian 2: He doesn't look any older than 10.
Mr. Biggs: Hey! You, shut up! He's seven! As for you, you there. Excuse me? What did you call me?
Mr. Biggs: Please, share it with me again. I don't think I heard you the first time!
Mr. Biggs: I don't tell you how to raise your kid! My son's a star! A cut above the rest! Is this your kid? The one cowering like a little bitch?
Mr. Biggs: Good work, take care of these two, then go get the car ready. We're out of here!
Mr. Biggs: You weren't half bad son. Oh and because you did so well, I think you deserve a cut.
Mr. Biggs: Yea, my dad gave me my first cut when I was your age. Happy Birthday son.
By Devon Nicholson(Kildros)