21st Century Barbershop

INT. GAIL'S FRONT HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Will answers the door...

It's three guys dressed in BARBERSHOP QUARTET outfits; STRAW HATS, PINSTRIPE SUITS...

They are lead by DAVE (36), balding, thin with THICK GLASSES.

He's flanked by BOB R. (37), overweight and tall, and BOB S. (34), a DWARF.

DAVE
Where the hell were you?

WILL
Uh, sorry, long day at work.

DAVE
Work? Work! Dave Dean and His Throatful Three is your work.

BOB R
Yeah, man, how are we ever going to get big if you don't commit 100% to the group?

BOB S
Yeah, Mark. Don't be selfish.

DAVE
America is hungry for something new. That something is Barbershop. Sure, we could wait and take our time, but then some other arcane form of music could come along and take America by storm; Opera Hip Hop, for example.

BOB R
Not to mention Baroque Techno.

WILL
Ok, ok, you guys wanna rehearse here?

DAVE
Now you're talking!

He SNIFFS.

DAVE (CONT'D)
Is Gail getting lit? Does she have some to go around?

BOB S
I know I want some crack.

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INT. GAIL'S LIVING ROOM - LATER

Gail, Dave, Bob R., and Bob S. are sitting around watching TV and smoking crack.

Will has his head in his hands.

GAIL
You sure you don't want some, Marky?

WILL
No crack for me, thanks.

BOB S
Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. We're the fucking funky bunch!

BOB R
You know what is amazing about this world? I mean, let's be honest, we all look at each other and see our differences, but in reality, we're all the same. We should be seeing how same we are instead of how different.

GAIL
Wow.

BOB S
Yeah, wow.

DAVE
You know what's amazing? We're going to be big. Barbershop is going to be so fucking big.

Will looks FRIGHTENED.