I’m hiring my dog as my agent.
INT. AGENT'S OFFICE - DAY
SNICKERS enters. A dog in her tens, she has golden grey hair and the bite to go with her bark. She also likes rawhide.
JOHNSON looks up from his work, caught off guard. An agent in his forties, he has splotchy grey hair. He doesn't like rawhide.
Snickers wags her tail and drops the script that's been in her mouth.
JOHNSON What's this? You want me to read it? Is that what you want?
SNICKERS Ruff.
JOHNSON And it's good?
SNICKERS Ruff.
JOHNSON Any action scenes?
SNICKERS Ruff.
JOHNSON How about a love story? We need a love story. Does it have one?
SNICKERS Ruff, ruff.
JOHNSON Two love interests? Oh, good. That’s very good. Love triangles always seem to find me too.
Johnson reaches out to pet her, and Snickers growls.
JOHNSON I misread that. Apologies. I’ll just read this script then.
Snickers wags her tail, sits down, and settles in, backing up a bit.
JOHNSON Um, I busy now. So I can’t read it this moment --
Snickers growls.
JOHNSON Well, my schedule just cleared up!
