Inherent Vice

this is a conversation i imagine happening between owen wilson and paul thomas anderson when they met on set: owen: hey pal, do you know where wes is? paul: wes? who the fuck is wes? owen: wes… you know… uh… mr. anderson? paul: what? owen: mr. anderson. paul: yeah, what? owen: where is he? paul: mr. anderson?!? i’m mr. anderson and i’m right fucking in front of you. owen: this is a wes anderson picture, is it not? paul: no, it’s fucking pt anderson. what the fuck.