Scene from a deli
It's 3 a.m. on a Thursday night in a Brooklyn corner deli. CLERK #1, an Arabic man in his 40s, stands behind the corner with a weary look on his face. A CUSTOMER, a white man in his late 20s, walks up to the counter, and pays for a single bottle of beer. CUSTOMER (with an Brooklynese Italian accent) They got him. Zarqawi. CLERK #1 (not understanding) Zaqqawi? CUSTOMER Zarqawi, you know, Zarqawi. CLERK #2, an Arabic man in his early 20s, looks up from mopping the floor. CLERK #2 (with a harder "r") Zarqawi. CLERK #1 Ahh, Zarqawi. CUSTOMER Yeah. (pause) I guess, I say it with my Italian accent ... CLERK #1 They got him? CUSTOMER Yeah, it was on the news. They finally got that motherfucker. CLERK #2 A good thing. CUSTOMER Yeah. (pause) Next is Bush. CUSTOMER exits.