The scene: A Kwik E Mart in North Jersey, late at night. Two pairs of headlights can be seen in the parking lot outside, one from a sports car and the other from a bus. The store is deserted but for two shoppers, JAY PANDOLFO and SCOTT GOMEZ, who meet accidentally at the cash register as they are finishing up their respective shopping runs.
PANDO: Awkwardly, juggling a three cases of beer in his arms. “Hey, Gomah. Uh, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
GOMEZ: Equally awkward, trying to hide the bottle he’s holding behind his back. “Oh. Pando. Um, yeah. Good to see you.”
Long, painful pause.
PANDO: Rolling his eyes at the effort needed to start a conversation. “So what are you doing out here? Don’t they have Kwik E Marts in the City?”
GOMEZ: “Uh, yeah, they do.” Uncomfortable pause. “It’s just that, you know…” Shrugging, trailing off.
PANDO: “No, I don’t know.”