PAUL "I don't think it's going to be so easy to get a midget for this part. I think we may have to put up a separate ad."
MEREDITH "We'll get a midget."
PAUL "I don't think it's going to be that easy."
MEREDITH "We'll get a midget."
PAUL "Midgets aren't that easy to find. And we need the *right* midget. We need someone who fits the part."
MEREDITH "I'll get the midget."
PAUL "You'll get the midget?"
MEREDITH "I'll get the midget."
PAUL "I don't think it's going to be that easy."
MEREDITH "I'll get the midget."
PAUL "Okay."
So that's how another day at the compound starts. We need a midget - is there no politically-correct term for a very short person, a dwarf? It sounds derogatory, but maybe only because of usage, not meaning. It *is* a diminutive, after all, perhaps the mother of all diminutives. Anyway, we do need a real actor for this part, a middle aged guy with the right face and great acting ability. I don't think it's going to be so easy to find. The pool of talented tiny actors is very small.
I will trust Meredith, just for today, but I think we'll have to luck out.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
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You could just get a regular sized person and have him walk on his knees.
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