social sports.txt

JIM and his GIRLFRIEND are getting 
ready for THE BIG GAME. JIM is wearing 
a BLUE AND WHITE JERSEY with the 
FACEBOOK LOGO and the name ZUCKERBERG 
across the back.

The front door opens. SAM enters, 
carrying BREWSKIS.

              SAM
  What uuuuuuuuup brooooo!

SAM is wearing a SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT 
SHADE OF BLUE AND WHITE JERSEY with a 
BIG WHITE BIRD and the name COSTOLO on 
the shoulders.

              SAM
  ARE YOU READY TO GET STOOOOOMPED

              JIM
  Whatever, bro, Facebook's got a 
  deep bench.

              SAM
  I know, that's where your MOM is.

              JIM
  OH SNAP

              SAM
  HASHTAG OHHH SNAP

They HIGH FIVE. GIRLFRIEND rolls her 
eyes: "oh, boys." She exits to the 
kitchen.

JIM opens a laptop on the coffee table, 
SAM opens two brewskis.

        JIM (scrolling)
  Oh hell yeah, check out these 
  dank memes!

He stops on a picture that looks like 
THREE WOLF MOON except the WOLVES are 
NEIL DEGRASSE TYSON. There is a LOT OF 
TEXT typeset in COPPERPLATE FONT.

              SAM
  Weak. Super weak. You are the 
  last stop on the meme train. You have 
  to take a connecting BUS to even GET
  to the meme train.

SAM switches to the TWITTER tab. He 
BLOCKS some MISOGYNISTS.

              SAM
  What now?? WHAT NOW BITCHES???

JIM is, despite himself, impressed.

              JIM
  Solid play, bro.

GIRLFRIEND enters, with CHIPS AND DIP.

           GIRLFRIEND
  Soo, is a retweet worth *more* 
  than a poke, or...?

CLOSEUP, JIM and SAM. They make eye 
contact, then both turn to the camera. 
"oh, girls."

SCENE