EXT. PARK BENCH. DAY.
TWO TRAMPS CHATTING.
TRAMP 1: I'm glad I'm homeless.
TRAMP 2: So am I, you know.
TRAMP 1: Bills, mortgages, car payments. We don't know how lucky we are not having any of that crap.
TRAMP 2: And the 9 to 5 grind too, they're all slaves to their possessions.
TRAMP 1: How stupid are these people?
TRAMP 2: I don't know. We're the chosen ones though, make no mistake.
TRAMP 1: We are. God wanted us to be tramps.
TRAMP 2: The ratrace, what a load of bullshit.
TRAMP 1: They're running about like blue arsed flies, none of that with us.
TRAMP 2: Nope, we're chilling, taking it easy.
TRAMP 1: It's great though, the tramp life. Everyday's a party.
TRAMP 2: Everyday, not just the weekends, every bloody day.
TRAMP 1: We've brought so much to the world and we never got recognition for it.
TRAMP 2: I know, you look at all the famous tramps down the years.
TRAMP 1: Yeah, like?
TRAMP 2: Erm.
TRAMP 1: Jesus.
TRAMP 2: Bingo, Jesus. Jesus never wore socks and no socks equals vagrancy.
TRAMP 1: Yep, it's the classic tramp formula.
TRAMP 2: Zola Budd, there's another one, no socks again.
TRAMP 1: Zola wouldn't be up there with Jesus but still, a famous tramp is a famous tramp.
TRAMP 2: She wouldn't but the fact that Jesus Christ, the most important man ever to live was a tramp. Well, I'm actually feeling quite snobbish knowing all this.
TRAMP 1: Mate, I've got such a superiority complex at the minute it's unreal.
TRAMP 2: You still stink of shit though.