Joan: I read your script, baby. If you got third-act problems, you got first-act problems.
Man: You are so right.
Joan: Park it next to the Honda and flesh out your antagonist.
Jay: Hey.
Joan: Hey, Jay. How's Gloria, Manny, Joe, and Stella?
Jay: What, do you got index cards? Listen, your chattiness is gumming up the works here. You're not here to socialize, so just get 'em in, get 'em out.