Tom walks into work. In the back workroom, away from the public, and more specifically seated at the back table upon which there are often snacks, sits Jean-Luc Godard.
TOM: Godard! I'm a big fan. It's an honour to have you here.
GODARD: I know.
TOM: I love your work.
GODARD: Why?
TOM: I love all that you've done for filmic grammar.
GODARD: That is wrong! I am so tired of people talking about my ingenious experiments in form. Nobody ever talks about my characters! About the emotions! About my love stories.
TOM: Well...
GODARD: Love stories is the essence of cinema.
Should be noted that every statement that's been bold-faced in the above is a bold-faced lie. But I meant it in the dream.
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