Antonio: I need a piazza.
Antonio: No, no. Not pizza. A piazza. I need a place to drink coffee and talk to friends.
Selvaggio: There's no piazza here. And all your friends are back in Laguna.
Antonio: I used to know someone here. Made sandals.
Film maker Tarantino often has characters engaging in unlikely conversations. In this case, the conversation is a believable mishearing between the elderly. What opens your eyes is their mode of arrival: the yellow Ducati. Some boomers just won’t act their age.
What do we call this? Shifted context? Displaced characters?