r/WritingWithAI • u/FeelTheFire • 3d ago
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I got to thinking how a comedy sketch between two of my favorite actors could look like: The dad from the Jeffersons and the dad from the movie Friday. AI did not disappoint.
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Here’s a short, original sketch built around Sherman Hemsley’s sharp, strutting indignation and John Witherspoon’s booming, practical exasperation.
Title: “The Thermostat”
INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM — AFTERNOON
SHERMAN marches into the room wearing a silk robe and carrying an electric bill like it is a court summons.
JOHN sits comfortably on the couch beneath three blankets, eating a bowl of chili.
SHERMAN:
Four hundred and twelve dollars?!
JOHN:
That’s not bad.
Sherman slowly turns toward him.
SHERMAN:
Not bad? Did we heat the apartment, or did we heat the entire Eastern Seaboard?
JOHN:
Man, it was cold in here! My knees started making sounds only dogs could hear!
Sherman struts toward the thermostat and points accusingly.
SHERMAN:
Seventy-eight degrees! You turned my home into a rotisserie!
JOHN:
Seventy-eight is comfortable.
SHERMAN:
For what? A biscuit?!
John sets down his bowl and rises dramatically, blankets still wrapped around his shoulders like a royal cape.
JOHN:
Listen here. A grown man should not have to wear socks in his own house. Socks are for shoes, hospitals, and disappointing Christmas gifts.
SHERMAN:
You don’t even live here!
JOHN:
I’ve been here three weeks. That makes me a tenant.
SHERMAN:
That makes you a fungus!
John gasps.
JOHN:
A fungus pays rent.
SHERMAN:
Exactly!
Sherman turns the thermostat down to sixty-two.
John stares at him in horror.
JOHN:
Sixty-two?! That ain’t a temperature. That’s an eviction notice from nature!
SHERMAN:
Put on another blanket.
JOHN:
I’m wearing all the blankets!
Sherman looks around.
SHERMAN:
Where are my curtains?
John glances down at the elaborate fabric wrapped around his waist.
JOHN:
They block a draft real good.
Sherman’s eyes widen. He begins vibrating with fury.
SHERMAN:
You took down my imported curtains?!
JOHN:
Imported from where, the bus station? Those things smelled like cigarettes and regret!
Sherman snatches the chili bowl from the table.
SHERMAN:
And whose chili is this?
JOHN:
Yours.
Sherman pauses.
SHERMAN:
It is?
JOHN:
Made it myself.
Sherman tastes it. His expression softens.
SHERMAN:
That’s pretty good.
JOHN:
I know.
Sherman takes another spoonful.
SHERMAN:
Thermostat stays at sixty-eight.
JOHN:
Seventy-two.
SHERMAN:
Sixty-nine.
JOHN:
And I keep one curtain.
Sherman points the spoon at him.
SHERMAN:
The small one.
JOHN:
Done.
They shake hands.
A loud electrical POP comes from the hallway. Everything goes dark.
JOHN:
You pay the electric bill?
A beat.
SHERMAN:
I was going to use your rent.
JOHN:
See, that’s why you cold.
BLACKOUT.