INT. IAN HOLM’S COMICALLY SMALL HOME
IAN MCKELLEN enters, hitting his head on objects.
IAN HOLM
There you are, you sage old wizard!
They smoke from IAN MCKELLEN’S PIPE.
IAN HOLM (CONT’D)
Ah, Ian, you truly have the finest
weed in Middle Earth.
IAN MCKELLEN
Heh. Both of our names are Ian.
IAN HOLM
Holy shit! You’re right!
IAN HOLM falls backwards, laughing hysterically.