So you know about all those people in the film industry known as 'Scriptwriters'?. It's kinda safe to assume I may not be able to become one of them for a very long time. Short attention spans aside, under my supervision almost dialogues will twist into a conversation that has nothing to do with the actual script 'cept maybe wanting to make the characters a little (ok, completely) schizophrenic/delusional/paranoid (you get the hint.)
Like today, my friend and I (let's call her N) were typing a script and I wrote out this particular dialogue:
Me: "Tumhari bahon mein main ek jahan paa lunga, aisa lagta hai."
N: What, uske boobs?
N: Yeah, like Boobistan.
Me: Or Boobsville.
N: Boobie Central.
Me: Ruby Boobie. Boobistan ka WOW.
Then we laughed like maniacs for a while.
N: Who'll be the mayor?
Me: Pamela Anderson. You just HAVE to stare at hers. They are so in your face.
Me: And this will be the official dance of Boobistan.
*Starts every single cheap-ass Bollywood dance step ever. And I mean, ever*
N: *Laughing* And the official song will be 'Choli ke peeche kya hai, chunari ke neeche?"
Me: Seriously. Boobistan. Boob-nagar. Mera mehBoob aaya hai. I don't think our character is messed up. It's just us.
And that's when things went a little out of hand.