When Bad Posters Strike: Fracture

I present to you a fictional conversation between Anthony Hopkins and Ryan Gosling.

Anthony: I shot my wife... PROVE IT!

Ryan: Er, you just confessed.

Anthony: ....

Ryan: No doubt, you just confessed to shooting your wife. Case solved.

Anthony: No, but...

Ryan: But what? You just solved my case.

Anthony: But don't you need... evidenciary proof?

Ryan: You've been watching Legally Blonde again haven't you?

Anthony: Maybe.

Ryan: Well, if Legally Blonde has taught me anything, and lord knows hasn't everyone learnt something from that movie? It's that a confession is as good as any evidence. Sure, it'd be nice to have your blood-stained shirt or your fingerprints on the gun, but considering you're, I presume, our prime witness a confessions seems good enough to send you to jail. And from the looks of it, you shot her through a plait-glass window, which made it, wait for it... wait... are you ready? Made it... FRACTURE. Thank you, thank you. I'm here all week.

Anthony: I do like looking through... wait for it... fractured glass. It's elegant yet chilling.

Ryan: You're an idiot. Stop stealing my material and diminishing it at the same time. Anyway... you confessed. Case seems pretty well shut.

Anthony: Nuh-uh

Ryan: Uh-huh

Anthony: Really?

Ryan: I assume so.

Anthony: Well that's worse than a kick in the pants, isn't it?

Ryan: No, actually. Consider this. You've won an Academy Award and I was just nominated for one and we're now in a movie with this ridiculous plot.

Anthony: Touche.

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