Two men have been hired to paint our living room. JASON, early twenties, thin, quick, likes to get the job done right. MARK, late twenties, a bit chubbier, has a nervous laugh, it's a way of communication for him. They are discussing girlfriends, mothers, shabby flats and TV. Occassionally, their mobile phones interrupt. They carry on working.
I catch a snippet of their conversation:
JASON: Do you believe in Jesus?
MARK: Man, I don't believe in religion.
JASON: Come on, but do you believe in Jesus?
MARK: No, I don't, man.
JASON: But you have to believe! Do you believe in Jesus?
MARK: I believe in Jason.
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