[Daniel and Lundy have been watching a long-running TV show filming another episode. The host speaks slowly, in a near-monotone voice, and the show is so boring that the camera operators are close to falling asleep]

Which one's the dinosaur?

The one in the middle, I think.

Nah, you're wrong. They're all extinct. [Lundy chuckles] I can't believe they're still subjecting kids to this. This is insane. They should have a little disclaimer that says, "Do not operate heavy machinery while watching this show." It's incredible. This guy used to put me to sleep when I was a kid. That's amazing. He has the warmth of a snow pea. He makes Mr. Rogers look like Mick Jagger. It's insane. [scoffs] What kind of idiot kept this guy on the air for 25 years?

Me.

You?

[offering his hand]

Jonathan Lundy.

Jonathan Lundy, general manager, owner? [Lundy nods] I'm Daniel Hillard, former employee.

Ah, maybe.

[chuckles]

That was funny. Listen, I don't mean to criticize. I just, you know...Sometimes I have...

Criticize all you want. Show's terrible. I'm gonna cancel it. It's pulling down the whole afternoon schedule. It's gone.

You know what you gotta do?

What?

Just start from scratch. Give it kind of a... Maybe a musical number. You know, imagine a little Tyrannosaurus rex comes out, you know-

[Tony appears from behind Mr. Lundy and Daniel]

Hillard! Get your ass to the truck, that shipment's gotta make a 6:00 flight to L.A.! [referring to the stack of film canisters Daniel is supposed to bring to the shipping department]

Tony, this is Mr. Lundy.

[Tony walks away]

He knows who I am.

Yeah. Did you ever wish you could freeze-frame a single moment in your day, look at it and say, "this is not my life"? [Leaves]