Last fall, Sam and I completed what we determined was a smart, satirical and hopefully funny comedy screenplay. We had a reading; it went over well.
One week later when our script had not yet sold for many millions of dollars, we become disgusted with the industry that cancels clever shows like Arrested Development and doesn't want to pay millions of dollars for a smart, satirical and hopefully funny comedy screenplay.
PAUL: Screw this! If they don't want something smart, I'm just going to write the dumbest thing I can think of.
SAM: Bet I can write something dumber. I'm going to write a Formulaic Underdog Sports Comedy.
PAUL: Oh yeah? Well I'm going to write a Formulaic Teen Sex Comedy.
SAM: Bet I can write mine faster than you.
PAUL: (short beat) It's on.
That was seven months ago, and, well, my idea of churning out the next American Pie (except dumber) in seven days didn't quite move along as quickly as I thought. But last night I finally won our bet.
I think I might just leave the title as that.