December 24th, Nine PM Eastern Standard Time From here on in I shoot without a script See if anything comes of it Instead of my old shit First shot -- Roger Tuning the Fender guitar He hasn't played in a year
[ROGER]
This won't tune
[MARK]
So we hear He's just coming back From half a year of withdrawal
[ROGER]
Are you talking to me?
[MARK]
Not at all Are you ready? Hold that focus -- steady Tell the folks at home what you're doing Roger ...
[ROGER]
I'm writing one great song --
[MARK]
The phone rings.
[ROGER]
Saved!
[MARK]
We screen Zoom in on the answering machine!
[An actor places a telephone on a chair and we see] [MARK'S MOM in a special light.]