INT. SOMEWHERE IN THE OFFICE NEAR A TABLE (DAY)
Jeff and Amir are eating lunch. Sandwiches. BLT's with
chicken and avocados. On whole wheat, toasted. MMM. So good.
I've had a cold-- like a bad
headcold, coughing, sneezing, sore
throat, for the past... 40, 50
Are you bragging?
Streeter sits down with a salad and a bowl of chili.
You guys mind if I trough this?
Streeter dumps the salad and chili into a mini trough
(breadloaf pan.) and starts shoveling the food into his
mouth with his hands, snorting.
Oh my god.
What? Did we kill Osama?
Yeah, a while ago, but I'm talking
about how you're eating.
You said it was okay.
Jeff said it was okay. I just said
You gonna finish that?
Toss it in the trough.
Jeff tosses his sandwich in there.
Jesus, like, break it up when you
toss it in. Piece by piece. Here.
Streeter gets Jeff's hands down and dirty, separating the
sandwich and pressing it down into the trough.
Back to troughing for Streeter.
Back off, you put ketchup on your
PEOPLE DO THAT. And I wasn't even
talking to you.
Pat comes by with a plate of half finished lasagna and
brown rice. He stands next to Streeter, offering him.
Hey duder. Interested?
Lasagna. Brown rice.
Ya, ya, drop it.
Pat scrapes the food into Streeter's trough. He breaks it up
with his hands like a pro. Streeter resumes troughing his
God, you sound disgusting.
Pat starts walking away, Streeter without looking up grabs
the back of Pats knee and grunts.
I SAID DROP IT.
Streeter lets go. Pat limps away.
Is this like a time-saving thing?
You tell me!
Streeter shows Amir the trough. It's still full.
There's still a LOT a LOT of food
Pat threw in some Lasagna. My salad
and my chili is pretty much gone.
Lotta chili left, man.
Sarah comes by and throws in a Kraft single cheese slice.
That's Lasagna. No way, that's
lasagna. (to Sarah) Thanks.
It's lasagna, Amir. Trust me.
You're not looking! (to Streeter)
Down there. That's lasagna?
That's chili that's like, a little
bit of chili. (moving food around)
Murph pours in the rest of his blue powerade.
(back to Amir)
There's a little bit of tuna
casserole stuck to the side from
How often do you clean your trough.
Never. I don't use a--
You're the gross one then. Fact is,
I'm about to switch to my work
trough while you're still nursing
that small ass sandwich. That's
Streeter scoops the remains into a paper cup, the kind they
serve frozen yogurt in, and puts a rubber band around it and
his head so it sticks to his face like a surgical mask.
See. Work trough.
Where do you even get that?
Standard to-go container. Won ton
soup comes in something like this.
Fro-yo, like 16 handles on 2nd
He then walks towards his computer with his head tilted
back, eating, dripping chili, snorting. He starts working.
(eating his sandwich)
Right right. This is okay?
Everybody is okay with this?
Shot of Streeter eating, snorting, dripping. Amir is yelling
to all who will listen.
Yeah? Cool then! I'm the crazy one
Stop talking with your mouth full.
The entire office is silently working in a super wide shot.
We can see, and more importantly hear, Streeter just eating
away with his work trough.