Sarah and David are friends, right? RIGHT?
INT. BEDROOM - SPLITSCREEN
Sarah and David in their respective beds talk on the phone.
I dunno, like, a broken didgeridoo?
No. An air conditioner from the
That was my next guess.
INT. OFFICE - LUNCH TABLE
Sarah and David sit, eating lunch. Behind David, for the
full episode, there is a bottle of AXE EXCITE on his desk.
This is awesome.
See? I told you you'd like bologna.
Yeah, it's like a flat hot dog.
Exactly like a flat hot dog.
And no, I'm talking about you and
me! We're friends again!
We did it!
Sarah and David high-five.
Ew, what's on your hand?
AMIR approaches the table.
Hey guys. Why David-
tipping an invisible hat)
-you're looking dapper.
Oh. Same, to you.
They both laugh loudly. Sarah gives a confused laugh.
Oh, sorry. That's just an inside
joke Amir and I have from when we
went to the Yankees game. So it's -
eh, it's too hard to explain.
(emphasis on first syllables)
Too hard. To be. Explained.
They burst out laughing again.
Sorry, that was from the Mets game.
Amir waves and walks off. David keeps laughing to himself.
Wait, why don't we have any inside
We have inside jokes!
I don't think we do.
Oh come on. What about, uh, "Yo
man, you gotta go."
On Sarah as she shrugs 'no', Pat pops out from behind her.
"Yo man, you gotta go."
Oh yeah, that was with Pat.
That's not a big deal. We could
just come up with one right now.
Sarah and David stare at each other and start bobbing their
heads from side to side, muttering a 'here we go, here we
go' type sound. Abruptly:
Yeah this feels forced.
It did not feel right for me
Does this mean we're not friends?
Because we don't have inside jokes?
Of course not. We know everything
about each other. What's my middle
Where was I born?
What's my birthday?
What's my mom's name?
Those were all wrong.
Dan, passing through the background, looks up momentarily.
Did someone say my middle name?
Oh, we were talking about David.
Oh yeah, it's just a nickname I
have for Dan. I have nicknames for
all the guys.
Quick singles of various OFFICE GUYS acknowledging their
nicknames. It does not matter who is who, but El Diablo
should be Jeff, waving enthusiasically with a smile.
Flipper, The Bonch, Tiny, Grim
Creeper, B-Bear, Sir Munchy Man, El
Cut to a 2 shot of Sarah pointing at David. There's a beat.
I wanna be the Grim Creeper.
Wait a minute. Are we not friends?
Were we just benefits?
They both take a moment to ponder this.
You know what, no. NO. I trust you,
I go to you for everything and I
love hanging out with you. That's
it. It doesn't matter that we don't
have nicknames or inside jokes.
Streeter pops his head into frame.
They laugh, David waves off Streeter.
Just this thing we have.
Now you're rubbing it in.
Sorry. We're good. We're friends.
Besides, we'll always have
Sarah and David stand and participate in an EXTREMELY
ELABORATE BOTCHED HIGH-FIVE. They are off on every move and
quietly reprimanding themselves and each other for the
You're blowing it. / Oh, oops. / Oh
I forgot the- / You're supposed to
be up. / Isn't there a? / That's
We should practice that more.