“Okay, Marv, time to sort out the soundtrack.”

“What soundtrack? You haven’t even made the movie yet.”

“Don’t be so…linear. I need to know what I can have the rights to. The music totally sets the mood and tone for the whole thing.”

“Fine, fine, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, I definitely need…”

“Wait. Stop right there.”

“Why?”

“Which project is this again?”

“The Life and Times of the Grand Awesome Marshall.”

“About the guy who writes in his spare time?”

“Yep.”

“Lives a typical, work-a-day life?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Wife and kids, house in the suburbs?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you manage to work in any car chases, explosions, or shoot outs?”

“Um, no.”

“At least tell me there’s a dramatic gender-bending surprise at the end.”

“Sorry, no.”

“Painful love triangle and questions of identity?”

“Not really.”

“Poignant death scene?”

“He’s not dead yet.”

“Did Oprah like the book?”

“Define like.”

“Sol.”

“Yeah, Marv?”

“Screw the soundtrack. That’s one movie that won’t be made.”