The morning snow floated down just like a shoot on a 1940's movie back lot. It was an easy scene. All I had to do was enter right from the apartment door, walk down the sidewalk expressionless, open the car door, turn the key, back out and drive away. It only took one take. I didn't fall or spill a drop of coffee. The Director was proud of me. I hope he tells his friends I'm amiable to work with.
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Cut... Print! That's a wrap... hey - see you at the party. You bringing whatsisname? Okay... hey - did you see Phil hit his mark? Yeah... yeah, I tell you it's a winner. Oscar material, I'm telling you!
An Oscar? Perhaps a Razzie but not yet worthy of my stature or is that statue!
It's all apples and oranges.(In my case rotten apples).
I'd send George C. Scott in my place if he were still alive. :)
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