For a prior scene, see here.
SCENE: The Carroll Gardens apartment that the proprietor of this blog, "GK," shares with His Lovely Wife ("HLW"). Living room.
(GK, sitting on the sofa, closes his laptop computer and sighs. HLW, who's been straightening out by the entrance to the kitchen, raises her head.)
HLW: What's wrong?
GK: Nothing...jeez, these knuckleheads over at Wells' site, complaining about The Town, how the central romance between the Rebecca Hall and Ben Affleck characters isn't "plausible." Goofy. I mean, granted, it's a genre convention, but...(shrugs)
HLW: Yeah, why go to the movies in the first place, right?
GK: Yeah, I left a comment...if these yo-yos put their money where there mouth was, they could make Frederic Wiseman as rich as George Lucas...because, you know, Frederic Wiseman movies, they're really plausible...
(GK gets up from the sofa, starts getting his gym bag packed)
GK: And of course these guys, like everybody else, only pull out the plausibility card when it suits them to...in this case, The Town is a pretty easy target, since you can nitpick from the accents down if you're so inclined. Of course you have to be so inclined, really have it in for the picture.
HLW: Right. Like you were with Notting Hill.
(GK looks up.)
HLW: Notting Hill. You said it was "implausible." You said no way would a famous actress ever fall for an obscure book dealer, even if he did look and speak like Hugh Grant.
GK: I said that?
HLW: You did. I think you were having some sort of Julia Roberts problem at the time.
GK: I don't think I said that. I think I said that nobody would give that stupid speech...
HLW: "I'm just a girl...looking at a boy...and asking him to love me?"
GK: Right. Which is a stupid speech. And, you know, I like a lot of Richard Curtis' writing...
HLW: I know, I know. 'He wrote 'The Skinhead Hamlet.'" Yes, that's very fair-minded of you. Anyway. You did say that. But you also did say that no way would a famous actress fall for, etcetera.
(GK clears his throat, finishes packing gym bag, zips it up.)
GK: You ready?
HLW: (smiling enigmatically) Yup.
(They exit,and go down three flights of stairs in silence, then out the front door. On the stoop, GK pauses.)
GK: You know, there's a difference between being merely implausible, and dealing in pernicious bullshit.
(HLW considers this pronouncement.)
HLW: That may be so.
GK: And I think Notting Hill might have crossed that line.
GK: So there you have it.
GK: But I'll admit, you almost had me there.
HLW: I could see you getting a little wobbly. The knees were going.
GK: Yes. Very nearly a TKO.
HLW: (smiling enigmatically, again) Yeah, you really pulled a rabbit out of a hat there, sport.
(They descend the stoop stairs. And, scene.)