“Action,” calls Teller.

“Because I’ve discovered something,” pipes up the child soldier on the soundstage. “More than hate, more than bullets–the ultimate weapon is Jesus.”

“Cut!” says Teller. “Stick to the script, sweetie, okay? Somebody get the clapboard back out.”

“–is music!”

“–is puppies!”

“–is a shark that ate a hydrogen bomb, riding a comet, holding a sword and a grenade launcher, infected with bird flu!”

“I’m not reading it wrong, am I?” says the bewildered producer. They’re on take twenty-eight. “The line is ‘the human heart?'”

“Actually, after that last one I might change it,” Teller mulls.