Jayaprakash Musk on Clubhouse

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PULP [pulp] n.
1. A soft, moist, shapeless
mass or matter.
2. A magazine or book containing lurid
subject matter and being characteristically
printed on rough, unfinished paper.
American Heritage Dictionary: New College Edition
INT. COFFEE SHOP – MORNING
A normal Denny's, Spires-like coffee shop in Los Angeles. It's
about 9:00 in the morning. While the place isn't jammed, there's a
healthy number of people drinking coffee, munching on bacon and
eating eggs.
Two of these people are a YOUNG MAN and a YOUNG WOMAN. The Young
Man has a slight working-class English accent and, like his fellow
countryman, smokes cigarettes like they're going out of style.
It is impossible to tell where the Young Woman is from or how old
she is; everything she does contradicts something she did. The boy
and girl sit in a booth. Their dialogue is to be said in a rapid-
pace "HIS GIRL FRIDAY" fashion.
YOUNG MAN
No, forget it, it's too risky. I'm through
doin' that shit.
YOUNG WOMAN
You always say that, the same thing every
time: never again, I'm through, too
dangerous.
YOUNG MAN
I know that's what I always say. I'm
always right too, but –
YOUNG WOMAN
– but you forget about it in a day or two
–
YOUNG MAN
– yeah, well, the days of me forgittin'
are over, and the days of me rememberin'
have just begun.
YOUNG WOMAN
When you go on like this, you know what
you sound like?
YOUNG MAN
I sound like a sensible fucking man, is
what I sound like.
YOUNG WOMAN
You sound like a duck.
(imitates a duck)
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,
quack...
YOUNG MAN
Well take heart, 'cause you're never gonna
hafta hear it again. Because since I'm
never gonna do it again, you're never
gonna hafta hear me quack about how I'm
never gonna do it again.
YOUNG WOMAN
After tonight.
The boy and girl laugh, their laughter putting a pause in there,
back and forth.
YOUNG MAN
(with a smile)
Correct. I got all tonight to quack.
A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of coffee.
WAITRESS
Can I get anybody anymore coffee?
YOUNG WOMAN
Oh yes, thank you.
The Waitress pours the Young Woman's coffee. The Young Man lights
up another cigarette.
YOUNG MAN
I'm doin' fine.
The Waitress leaves. The Young Man takes a drag off of his smoke.
The Young Woman pours a ton of cream and sugar into her coffee.
The Young Man goes right back into it.
YOUNG MAN
I mean the way it is now, you're takin'
the same fuckin' risk as when you rob a
bank. You take more of a risk. Banks