Hi I've got three sketches here, all feedback appreciated. Thanks. [UPDATED: typo fix.]
Bad News
F/X: A DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
CONSULTANT: Jack, do take a seat.
JACK: So... what's the prognosis?
CONSULTANT: It's bad news I'm afraid. We're going to have to remove your ponytail.
JACK: Oh God.
CONSULTANT: It's been growing exponentially since the early '90s and it's now reached the middle of your back.
JACK: How long have I got?
CONSULTANT: There's no reason you can't live a long and happy life. But if we don't remove it there's a ninety-five percent chance your wife will divorce you.
JACK: But... you're my wife.
CONSULTANT: Make that ninety-nine percent.
END OF SKETCH (MIGHT CUT THE LAST TWO LINES)
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Fashion
F/X: CATWALK SHOW ATMOS - CAMERA SHUTTERS ETC.
JOURNO 1: Fabulous designs this season!
JOURNO 2: Yes, black is totes back.
JOURNO 1: Totes. It's the new black.
JOURNO 2: Ya, old is the new 'new'.
JOURNO 1: Totes! New is so yesterday.
JOURNO 2: Old is in, new is out!
JOURNO 1: And out is the new in!
JOURNO 2: Ya, nothing's out and nothing's in. It's all old, black, in and out.
JOURNO 1: Like Morgan Freeman in a revolving door.
JOURNO 2: It's the way forward.
JOURNO 1: Which is the new backwards.
JOURNO 2: Totes!
END OF SKETCH
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Man Down
F/X: HELICOPTER BLADES OVERHEAD, MACHINE GUN SOUNDS. A MAN GROANS IN PAIN.
MAN 1: Look we've got to move him, I'm not leaving him behind. We came into this awful, nightmarish pit of misery together and we sure as hell are going to leave it together. Jones, you're our brains, what's your suggestion?
JONES: I think we should wake him up.
MAN 1: Good!
JONES: Then we should leave the cinema and go to the pub.
MAN: Brilliant! Let's go, go, go!
F/X: FEET RUNNING INTO DISTANCE
END OF SKETCH
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Thanks again for any feed back.