only 2 for Lincoln.
No big streak this year.
INT: Los Angeles Bar
In a booth, at the back of the bar, sequestered from other patrons, under a single chandelier, sit STEVEN SPIELBERG and JOHN WILLIAMS, along with a couple friends & significant others. They stare off into space. STEVEN stirs his drink, and lifts it. JOHN looks to him, lifts his.
STEVEN
To being so fucking good, for so fucking long, that people can't even stomach the thought of rewarding us for it anymore.
JOHN
Cheers.
They CLINK glasses, and down what liquid is in them. JOHN smacks his tumbler on the table, and signals a waiter.
JOHN
Five more. One for each time these fuckers had no choice but to do the right thing.
STEVEN
You know what would have been funny?
JOHN
What?
STEVEN
If you HAD won, and then you started to give a speech, and the producers had to play you off - with your own music.