INT. 1920’s Paris, Gertrude Stein’s flat- Owen Wilson, Gertrude Stein, and F. Scott Fitzgerald are finishing their umpteenth drinks
WILSON: Wow guys, Ok. Well, I’ve met my literary idols, found my muse, and learned an important lesson about appreciating the life you’re given. I’m going to return to my own time now.
FITZGERALD: Say old chap, you don’t have any knowledge about the future that you’d like to share, do you?
WILSON: Uhh… nope.
FITZGERALD: No? No facts about what’s likely to happen in Paris or Europe in general over the next twenty years that could save literally millions of lives?
WILSON: No, nothing comes to mind.
FITZGERALD: Ok, have a good life then.
exit Owen Wilson
enter Young Adolph
ADOLPH: Gertrude! Gertrude! I have this new landscape, and-
GERTRUDE: Adolph, I already told you, your paintings suck. Go home.
ADOLPH: Oh… ok.