November 5, 2007: Los Angeles
Two middle-aged men in identical, middle-of-the-range suits enter. One is slightly overweight, the other is suspiciously tan for the time of year.
Marketing Consultant 1: How was the party last night? You finally bang that Donna chick?
Marketing Consultant 2: Nah, bro, that chick’s crazy.
Marketing Consultant 1: I’m feeling you there, brother. So what are we doing for Scorpion?
Marketing Consultant 2: I dunno. I guess we’re supposed to help them find dynamic synergy in a new market or something.
Marketing Consultant 1: Sweet. I bet that’s easy.
Marketing Consultant 2: Yeah, these people listen to anything we say without question.
>Marketing Consultant 1: You know who likes bikes?
Marketing Consultant 2: No, who?
Marketing Consultant 1: The Ladies.
Marketing Consultant 2: You know who likes me? The Ladies.
[high five]
Marketing Consultant 1: No, really, I hear girls like to go out on the back of their man’s bikes.
Marketing Consultant 2: Oh yeah, I think I saw a chick on the back of a
bike the other day while I was driving my new Lexus. Hey, did I tell you
I went for the beige interior?
Marketing Consultant 1: Told you, that’s the best color. It doesn’t show coffee stains.
Marketing Consultant 2: But how should we make Scorpion’s motorcycle stuff appeal to women?
Marketing Consultant 1: Hmmm, I dunno. What do women like?
Marketing Consultant 2: Cleaning?
Marketing Consultant 1: Good idea, but I’m not sure how to fit that into this motorcycle stuff.
Marketing Consultant 2: We could make it look like an apron?
Marketing Consultant 1: No, that sounds like a pain in the ass. I’ve got it: Chicks dig flowers, right?
Marketing Consultant 2: And tribal stuff.
Both: Tribal flowers!
[high five]
Marketing Consultant 1: Want to check out that new pseudo–Asian fusion place for lunch?
Marketing Consultant 2: Totally. I hear their waitresses are hot.
Fade to black.