Christopher Walken and Nikola Tesla are stuck in Cabin in a Snowstorm and forced to have a deep conversation.

Walken: (Pauses, staring at the crackling fire) The snow… it falls, relentlessly, like… like ideas, Tesla. Beautiful, but… choking if you don’t… you know… harness it.

Tesla: (Eyes gleaming, pacing restlessly) Harnessing, yes. But not just the snow, Walken. The *ether* itself hums with possibilities, a symphony of unseen currents just waiting to be… unleashed.

Walken: Unleashed... (chuckles softly) Sounds… dangerous. Like a… a flock of pigeons, you know, but made of… electricity.

Tesla: Danger is but the shadow of progress. We must embrace the oscillations, the resonant frequencies that bind the universe.

Walken: (Tilts head) Frequencies… I like that word. It's got a… a certain *rhythm*, you know? Like a… a ticking clock, counting down to… something.

Tesla: The future, Walken. A future powered not by combustion, but by the very air we breathe, free for all.

Walken: Free… (strokes chin) Nothing's truly free, Tesla. There's always a… a price. Maybe not in dollars, but in… in something more… *intangible*.

Tesla: Intangible, perhaps, but immeasurable. The satisfaction of illuminating the world, of lifting humanity… that is payment enough.

Walken: (Nods slowly) Lifting... You think you can lift humanity, Tesla? With your… coils and… and sparks? It’s heavy, humanity. *Very* heavy.

Tesla: (Gazes out the window at the swirling snow) But even the heaviest weight can be moved, Walken, with the right… leverage. And the universe, my friend, provides infinite leverage.