INT. JAPAN - NIGHT
Bob and Charlotte sit in a bar.
Charlotte: I hate pants.
Bob: People talk funny here.
Charlotte: I wonder if one day I'll have a job?
Bob: Jobs are for sluts. You're special.
Charlotte: I don't know. I don't know.
Bob: I miss root beers.
Charlotte: You're having a midlife crisis. I know all about midlife crises. Did you buy a Porsche yet?
Bob: I wish I could tell you how beautiful you look surrounded by all these similar-looking people. But I'm not going to.
Charlotte: Everyone I know has a Porsche. It's such a cliche.
Bob: I'm going to become Japanese. I'm going to get a Japanese Porsche.
Charlotte: I guess Japan is kind of like America, but different.
FADE TO BLACK.
