"Inflatable Earth globe?"
"What I mostly need is a gold coloured plastic JFK head."
"Let me check the inventory.... Yep. I told you, buddy. We have everything."
I blurted out. "I'm a writer and I've run out of..."
"Story-lines? What type exactly?"
"You have them??"
"Buddy, I'm backed up in there. I got story-lines up the wazoo; I got outlines; I got treatments. I got ten shoeboxes full of the stuff. What size you take? - You're Irish, right? You guys go for the bawdy, endless monologues and the lame stories about cops and hookers. I don't even keep that crap at the store; takes up too much space. I got three containers of it up in the Bronx. Just hoping somebody will set fire to it."
"I'm not the first Irishman to come this way?"
"Hell no. Where do you think Jim Sheridan got his last movie?" he said, nodding towards the bargain box.