welcome to the world of cliches

Another script. I'm trying, but I'm not so sure it's working. Oh well...

The credits role with a quirky song playing. After all the rest of the credits white on black the last one, the title of the movie, appears on the face of a jukebox player where it becomes apparent that the music is coming from. We back out and see a guy picking the next song. He turns and looks around, seeing two of his friends at the bar. It is dark out side of the windows; happy hour is wrapping up. He walks over to his friends. One has his head down and the other is laughing.
Greg: What’s up guys. Hey, you all right Tyler (patting guy with his head down on the shoulder and plopping down on the next stool)
Ryan: Oh he’s fine, just had a little run in with his boss that’s all.
Tyler: A little run in, you call being fired a little run in.
Ryan: Well, with what not in the world: wars, poverty, AIDS, etc., etc., and keeping things in perspective--
Greg: As always.
Ryan: As always, I think "a little run in" would be a pretty fair assessment. Don’t you?
Tyler: Fuck you.
Ryan: Fair enough.
Greg: Wait, so what happened?
Tyler: Just forget it man. My life is over, that’s really all you need to know.
Greg: Well you just made me want to hear know more so...
Tyler: Hey: I’m not a story teller, besides you don’t need a first hand account with the fucking gossip circle around here always gallivanting around.
Ryan: Aw muffin, get over yourself. Tell the man.
Tyler: I already told you, you tell him.
Ryan: Listen to me, hey, look into my eyes, look, good. Now, tell the man.
Tyler: Well if you promise to never make me look into that infinite abyss again, I guess I can make an exception to my, never tell a story twice rule. But only this once. Ready? Listening? OK. So every once and a while the office does some team building activity. Real bullshit. See a play together, go camping, whatever floats the bosses boat really. And so last night is our fourth or fifth one of these shindigs and we are going down town to see Hamlet. Seems like a stretch for my boss, I mean he’s not what I would call an intellectual--
Greg: Bosses rarely are these days (shaking his head).
Tyler: Tell me about it. Anyways, I don’t give it much thought. Little did I know that this asshole was killing two birds with one stone. But I’ll get to that later. So I’m sitting there watching this crap. Well, I shouldn’t saying watching. It was more like lusting. Lusting after the lead actress.
Greg: Real banging?
Tyler: Oh yeah. Out of this world. Anyways, I sit through this real piece and naturally want my reward. So I head backstage and look for this lady. See what she up to. So, I get back there and next thing I know we’re in the back closet.
Greg: Doing what?
Tyler: Well, whatever someone does in a back closet Greg.
Greg: Huh?
Tyler: Sex Greg. We had sex.
Greg: Oh. Oh snap!
Tyler: Yeah
Ryan: Did I tell you he was a player? I told you he was a player.
Tyler: Oh don’t flatter yourself. It’s not all because of you and your example, bla bla bla. Cause I know you’re going to come after me with that shit.
Ryan: Umm, actually I wasn’t. A cliche like that, I wouldn’t go near it...
Tyler: Well, whatever. Can I get back to my story please?
(Ryan pretends to zip up his lips and throw away the key in a sarcastic way)
Tyler: Thank you. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Ok, so we finish our session and as I’m stumbling out into the hall, I run into my boss. He’s a little more enlightened then our socially challenged friend Greg here --
Greg: Hey I’m Catholic. It’s not my fault.
Tyler: (grins in response to Greg’s comment) And he knows what’s been going on. He grins and gets all buddy-buddy with me asking me if she’s hot and shit and whether she’s still there. I say yeah and he raises his eyebrows, goes to open the door and such. He’s got his hand on the handle when who comes strolling out knocking into him but his sister.
Greg: Ouch. Seriously?
Tyler: Yeah the little fucker was there to see her. That’s why he was backstage.
Ryan: Guess he forgot she had a vagina huh? A shock to see the tramp I bet.
Tyler: I think so. His reaction seemed to say so. I lost my fucking job over this shit.
Greg: That’s rough.
Ryan: Hey, why don’t you appeal it?
Greg: You can do that?
Ryan: Oh yeah—
Tyler: Oh yeah, but I’d ruin his life. I mean how embarrassing is that? Finding your sister with your employee. I don’t even wish that shit on people.
Greg: I see you’re point. Want you’re job, but don’t want to ruin this guys life.
Tyler: Exactly. I mean he’s not that ba—
Ryan: Hello, the expression is better him than me, not better me than him.
Tyler: Yeah I know, but I can get other things going. This guy is so sad. Still lives with his mom. Fucking 40 years old.
Greg: Ouch man. You’re a saint, and pretty smart, for not messing with that shit. Not worth it.
(Communal nods and "yeahs" and stuff)