INT. WASHINGTON SQUARE PARK – NIGHT
The two boys stop near a water fountain in Washington Square Park.
BRAD
You don’t understand-it’s not just that; it’s an experience, almost alive in its perfection. The way it feels in your hands, thin yet sturdy, holding everything together without a flaw. The balance is uncanny—every element in sync, the tang, the warmth, the textures—it’s like it knows exactly what you need.
EVAN
It’s just New York pizza?
BRAD
No, it’s not. It’s not just something you eat, it’s something you feel. It stays with you. Once you’ve had it, nothing else compares. It’s like tasting the city itself.
EVAN
Alright, relax, Julia Child.
BRAD
Who’s that?
Evan laughs as he walks ahead.
BRAD
I don’t get it?
EVAN
Of course not.
Brad catches up to him.
BRAD
Let me guess, Gray’s Papaya hot dogs are just… hot dogs?
EVAN
Never had one.
BRAD
What? No way!
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