D. Glover: Riggs, I’ve been so lost… I need my best friend.
O. Williams: [Looks over at M.N. Shyamalan.]
M.N. Shyamalan: [To cameraman] Keep rolling.
D. Glover: Do you want me to say my line again?
O. Williams: Uh… sure. Go ahead, Danny.
D. Glover: Riggs, I’ve been so lost… I need my best friend.
O. Williams: [Pause. Shrugs.] I miss you.
D. Glover. I miss you.
O. Williams: Why, Malcolm?
D. Glover: What, Riggs? What did I do? What’s made you so sad?
O. Williams: Why did you leave me?
D. Glover: I didn’t leave you……… NOOOOOOO!
M.N. Shyamalan: Cut! Print! Awesome! Great work, Danny. Take lunch.
D. Glover: Thanks, Nighty.
O. Williams: Um, excuse me, Mr. Shama… Mr. Shwarma… Mr….
M.N. Shyamalan: It’s pronounced “Shy-am-a-lan.”
O. Williams: …Sure it is. Were you happy with that take?
M.N. Shyamalan: It was great.
O. Williams: But, Danny…
M.N. Shyamalan: Isn’t he the best?
O. Williams: He kept calling me “Riggs.”
M.N. Shyamalan: I know! Isn’t it brilliant? The audience will never see it coming!
O. Williams: …Ooooo-kaaaay. [Walks away, grabs a P.A.] Get the producers on the phone for me, please. This idiot director will be lucky if he makes even one good movie.
