A Big Lebowski scene I think of every time I get a proof of concept video with no text equivalent
We hear the doorbell.
THE DOOR
It swings open to reveal a short, hairy, muscular but balding middle-aged man in a black T-shirt and black cut-off jeans.
DUDE: Hiya Allan.
ALLAN: Dude, I finally got the venue I wanted. I’m Performing my proof of concept–you know, my vulnerability–at Crane Jackson’s Fountain Street Theatre on Tuesday night, and I’d love it if you came and gave me notes.
The Dude takes a swig of his kalhua.
DUDE: Sure Allan, I’ll be there.
ALLAN: Dude, uh, tomorrow is already the tenth.
DUDE: Yeah, yeah I know. Okay.
ALLAN: Just, uh, just slip the rent under my door.
DUDE: Yeah, okay.
January 9th, 2014 10:47am
