Keith stepped out onto the steaming streets, with only one thing on his mind: shoes and sluts.
Okay, maybe two.
I’m loving this already. I can already see the remake of the scene (o, my eyes! they bleed! they bleed!) where Carrie stares through a window at a pair of Jimmy Choos and coos, “Hello, lover.” This time around, it’s Keith, staring through a window at a pair of Timberlands, nodding approvingly and saying “good deal, you bet.”
Although, Keith, if you really want to try your hand (er, foot?) with the Jimmy Choos, well, there’s instant YouTube fame right there. Remember, you heard it here first.
Heh. I can picture this all too vividly.
I’m looking forward to the scene when Keith has breakfast with all his friends…
Oh, oh, oh. Keith, ‘mouse, Br. Ezra and Steve. They’re all drinking boilermakers and eating pot roast. Later, Keith and ‘mouse can walk through some nice little neighborhood discussing their problems while eating maple bars. Six months later, the neighborhood will be overrun with tourists willing to queue up for an hour to get the exact same maple bars.
See, this practically writes itself.
Oh, yes. Excellent choices! Man, I’d so watch this.
So, Steve[’s wife] ends up pregnant. Is Br. Ezra going to Russia to fall in and out of love? (did this happen in the Sex and the City? - I thought I saw an ad with a terrible Russian accent one time… ah, who cares, this is our City)
It doesn’t just write itself, it also sells itself. When is the boxed set due out?
Heh heh.... I’ve never watched the show but would love to write some of the dialogue for this one.
Okay, Keith. She’s all yours (I haven’t watched enough to be of much help anyway).
This is the official handing-over-of-the-script-writing-pen ceremony.
To the Scrine-cave!