Stealing a page from Madeleine George's blog.

A rather large guy and his skinny friend, both in their early thirties. Popcorn and sodas in hand, a few minutes before the previews.

LARGE GUY
So, I don't know, apparently I was defriended.

SKINNY GUY
Really?

LARGE GUY
Yeah. One day I had like, 157 friends, the next I had 155.

SKINNY GUY
Weird.

LARGE GUY

How many friends you got?

SKINNY GUY

I don't know. Not many.

LARGE GUY
Yeah?

SKINNY GUY
Yeah. Like thirty.

LARGE GUY
You know who probably has a lot of friends?

SKINNY GUY
Who?

LARGE GUY
Your brother.

SKINNY GUY
(Slightly sad)
Yeah. (Pause) He does.

LARGE GUY
You know why?

SKINNY GUY
Why?

LARGE GUY
Frankly, he's a lot more gregarious than you are. He's nicer. You're not an outgoing guy. You're not as friendly.

SKINNY GUY
Yeah...

LARGE GUY
I get these people friending me, people from high school. They come out of the woodwork. This one chick, Laura? She writes on my wall all the time.

SKINNY GUY
Uh-huh.

LARGE GUY
I have half a mind to write on her wall and say, You know Laura, you would never think of saying a word to me in high school, why the fuck do you feel the need to now? I guess that would make me the bad guy.

SKINNY GUY
Yeah.

LARGE GUY
She was one of those girls who drank beer, partied, you know, got around.

SKINNY GUY
Cheerleader?

LARGE GUY
Exactly. Apparently, she's found Christ.

SKINNY GUY
Oh boy.

LARGE GUY
Go figure. The other day her status was: I love waking up in the morning and smelling God.