DAVID RUSH
Writer
PAUL is an intense mid-30s. GREG is about 17. They are in Paul's apartment.
GREG
Pow! Pow! Boom! That's what it'll be, that's what it'll be like. An explosion like you never saw, the biggest explosion in the universe...
PAUL
Really massive, huh?
GREG
Yeah, like the Death Star in STAR WARS, a hundred Death Stars, one-two-three, all going off at the same time, oh man, oh, man... can you fucking SEE it! God, what I'd give to be there. Standing, like, in a space ship, some monumental, indestructible space ship, a thousand light-years away, you know what I mean? Far enough away so I don't get roasted, but still close enough to take it in.
PAUL
And then what?
GREG
What do you mean?
PAUL
After the explosion, then what?
GREG
After the explosion?
PAUL
Yes, what'll happen after the god-damned explosion?
GREG
What are you talking about; there isn't going to BE any 'after.' It's the end, don't you get it? How can there be any AFTER after the end of the universe?
PAUL
There has to be something.
GREG
No, idiot; it's the end, the total, complete end. There won't be any universe. There won't be any space. There won't be any time.
PAUL
Then what'll happen to you?
GREG
To me?
PAUL
In the space ship? What time will you be in if there is no time? What space will you be in if there is no Space? How can you watch the end of the universe if there's no place to watch it from?
GREG
(hesitates)
My own space. The universe of Gregory, my own eternal, ever-fucking cosmos.
PAUL
Ah, you will have your own universe. You’ll be God.
GREG
Of course.
PAUL
And what kind of universe will yours be? Better than this one?
GREG
A million times.
PAUL
Tell me. Go God.
GREG
In the first place, everybody will be good-looking and rich. Young. Cool. And... and queer. Everybody in the perfect universe of Greg will be hopelessly homo.
PAUL
That’s a spin.
GREG
Yeah, helplessly hopelessly happily homo.
PAUL
And how will they reproduce?