Alan: Honey, the book is finally finished! Hey, you seen my truss anywhere?
Andrea: That’s great honey! Ah, your truss is over there, on the lamp shade where you left it.
Alan: Oh yeah. Hey, want to read a little of the book?
Andrea: Just give me a quick over view.
Alan: Ok, well, its just about the time at the Fed and how everything worked out pretty good, except for not doing something about that sub-prime lending thingy.
Andrea: Honey, you know that stuff isn’t going to sell, unless you are trying to sell a cure for insomina! You need to spice it up with some “dish” on conservatives, talk about how the war is Bush’s fault so my network will pay attention! THAT will get the boys in the press room working overtime and insure plenty of sales!
Alan: You think so?
Andrea: Of course I do! It will get you number one on the Times Best Seller list, guaranteed! Think of it! Why, I am getting excited all over right now!
Alan: Right now?
Andrea: Right now!
Alan: Hehe! You want me to go get my little bottle of blue pills?
Andrea: Ahh, gee honey, I, ahh, have to meet, ahh, you know that guy, ahh, Keith Ober-somthing or other. He, ahh, he needs to discuss that, ahh, meeting thing.
Alan: But snookie pants, it’s been four months! I’ve got all this pent up energy!
Andrea: You just put all that “extra energy” into rewriting that book of yours and we’ll see. Maybe after we do an interview on 60 Minutes!
Alan: But wouldn’t you want me to have the interview on your own network? With that Keith Ober-whac-a-ma-call-it?
Andrea: Are you kidding? NOBODY with an IQ above 3 watches that idiot!
Alan: Well, you know best, cutie pootie.
Andrea: Alan, time for your meds again ...
your good, you should write for tv.