All right, Mr. DeMille. I'm ready for my close up.

Roméo: I want a part in your movie.

Chris: Huh?

Roméo: Your movie. You’re writing a movie, right? Well, I want a part in it.

Chris: Okay. Let me think about it… Nope.

Roméo: Why?

Chris: Just because. You can’t be in my movie.

Roméo: But I’ve read your script. It needs a cat. A heroic, dashing cat to save the day. And I’ve got the perfect cat for the job: me.

Chris: That script is not even finished! It’s only 20 pages long, I’ve got a writer’s block.

Roméo: That’s because there’s no cat. Try to put one in it and you’ll see. You’ll have a 100 pages in no time.

Chris: Nu-uh. Never gonna happen. There’s no room for a cat in the story, and even if there was, I wouldn’t pick you.

Roméo: Hey, I’ll have you know that I almost made it to Hollywood back in the days.

Chris: Reeeeally?

Roméo: Yes. Remember that  movie, Garfield ? Well, I almost got the lead. 

Chris: Garfield is CGI.

Roméo: I know. But before that, I auditioned and almost got the part.

Chris: Almost? What happened? You fit the profile. Lazy, self-centered, sarastic, cynical...

Roméo: I know, right? They said it was like the movie was written for me. Alas, I fell asleep during the audition. After that, they decided to go with CGI.

Chris: Sorry about that.

Roméo: Me too. And this CGI guy is a terrible actor. He looks fake.

Chris: …