Behind Closed Doors
HARRY sits at a table, head in his hands. Occasionally he bangs his head against the table. CHRISTOPHER, his close friend, walks in.
CHRISTOPHER: Hey, Harry, what's up? Why the long face?
HARRY (despondent): ...I lost all my funding for my project.
CHRISTOPHER (goes over to take a seat): Wait... what? For your mind-reading machine? What happened?
HARRY (drops his hands to the table to bang against the table): It was horrible... horrible, Chris! I was there, the machine was working, the head of the department Dr. Adam Voskin was there... I had everything going for me, it was great, it was perfect, yadda yadda... and then... oh god.
CHRISTOPHER: What? And then what?
HARRY: ... and then I used Peter as my test subject.
CHRISTOPHER (sudden realization): Oh god, Harry. Please say you knew--
HARRY: --I didn't.
CHRISTOPHER: --that Peter thinks that Dr. Voskin is the reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe...
Harry: I didn't. And for the love of all that is holy, I didn't know you could do that with eggplants. I've lost my funding, Chris, but even worse, I've LOST MY INNOCENCE.
CHRISTOPHER: I'm so sorry, Harry.