Liz:You know what sells? Romanticized bullshit. Hippies in the Village, like you. You're a starving artist, living with a banker husband...
Joe:I'm a bookie.
Joe:And my name's Joe.
Liz:Liz. Gee, love your little mise-en-scene here.
[Gestures to a poster of Fighting Nirvana]
Liz:So, you're a starving artist living in the rat-infested home with all these posters of arthouse movies no one ever sees. That is romantic.
Makeida:I want to write about something personal.
Liz:Ahhhh, subways! What could scream New York more than subway trains? We've got the oldest ones in the world. Hey, the 7 is a famous train.
Makeida:Actually, I have been thinking about the Q train a lot lately...
Liz:Wait, wait, hold on.
[Looks up at the sky]
Liz:What's that? Yes, O Lord, that's a great idea!
[Turns back to Makeida]
Liz:. That was God. He says you should write about the 7 train.
Makeida:How is God these days?
Liz:Box office dynamite.