"Where were you last night?"
He grins laconically. "Gonna have to be more specific than that."
The cop takes a long deep breath and forces himself not to strangle the young punk in front of him. "Where were you last night between the hours of five and eleven?"
"Why? Someone kick it?"
"Just answer the question."
He leans back in his chair. "I dunno, man, my memory's kinda rusty."
The cops grabs him by the front of the shirt and slams him against the wall. "Now, listen here, asshole. I don't have time for this shit, so just answer the goddamn question!"
He stares at the cop, then looks away. "Line."
The director groans inwardly. "Cut!"
A techie reads him the line while the actor playing the cop thinks that in his day, actors knew their lines.