“Okay, I’m beginning to think that you don’t understand the problem,” Annie said. “What’s the problem, honey?” her mother asked. “I don’t want to take my top off. I don’t want to take my pants off. I definitely don’t want Ethan to take his pants off. I want to film the scene the way we rehearsed it.” “Well, that sounds pretty boring to me,” her mother said. “That does not surprise me,” Annie said and once again hung up the phone thinking that she had chosen to surround herself with people who were, for lack of a better term, retarded.
