Wanna buy my screenplay?

[the unemployed Chicago writer, Josh, has a g-Chat with his unemployed LA actor friend, Clayton. time recorded.]

4:10 PM

Clayton: how much?
100 dollars?

Josh: 100,000

Clayton: oh. um.
i'll get back to you.

Josh: come on
do it
do it
do it

Clayton: fuck it.
okay.
sold.

Josh: sweet
i'm gonna quit my job on Monday

[Josh, in fact, has a job that starts on Monday that he will not be quiting despite the outcome of this g-Chat.]

4:11 PM

Clayton: okay, cool. i'm going to make your movie, and make millions of dollars, any of which you'll never see.

Josh: as long as I see the 100,000 i'm fine

Clayton: fair enough
i also get to say i wrote it

4:12 PM

Josh: that'll weigh on your conscience, not mine

Clayton: you'd be surprised how little i'm affected by my conscience.

4:13 PM

Josh: then it looks like we've got a deal.

Clayton: i'll put the money in escrow tomorrow

Josh: i'm sure my lawyer will know what that means

4:14 PM

Clayton: tell your lawyer to tell me what it means after i do it.

Josh: according to wikipedia, the money is now mine

Clayton: fuck. that was fast.

4:15 PM

Josh: that's what she said!

[the rest of the conversation cannot be disclosed.]