A PARTY IS IN FULL SWING AS THE TWO HOSTS (VINNY & GLEN) MEET IN THE KITCHEN
VINCENT:
I Want a word with you... mate! Why on earth did you invite Brian? You knew that Graeme was coming.
GLEN:
What's the problem?
VINCENT:
In case you've forgotten Graeme happens to be a Shark
GLEN:
Yes mate & I'm a sperm whale, honestly you are a tit sometimes.
VINCENT:
Not that kind of Shark, I mean his gang. Grame is a Shark & Brian if I'm not much mistaken is a Jet.
GLEN:
Oh don't worry about that. I know Brian used to be a Jet, but I don't think he bothers with all that these days
VINCENT:
Glen my friend, Once you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way
GLEN:
All the way?
VINCENT:
From your first cigarette right up until your last dying day.
GLEN:
You're wrorrying about nothing mate there'll be no trouble tonight.
VINCENT:
Who Knows? Could be? When Jets & Sharks get together it always seems to result in the most rhythmic, lyrically sublime awful fatal violence.
GLEN:
Now you mention it I did notice that Brian had his ballet shoes on.
VINCENT:
This is worse than I thought.
If they both start dancing near each other I swear I'll hold you responsible, If not now then somewhere, somehow, someday.
GLEN:
I feel pretty...
VINCENT:
Stupid? And so you should. Go and see if everythings ok.
GLEN OPENS THE DOOR TO THE FRONT ROOM AND WE HEAR WEST SIDE STORY MUSIC AS EVERYONE IS CLICKING THEIR FINGERS IN A A CIRCLE AROUND GRAEME & BRIAN WHO ARE DANCING PIROUETTING & CIRCLING ONE ANOTHER.
VINNY:
What's happening mate.
GLEN:
I'm sorry mate, You were right! It's all clicking off.