As the hotshot maverick New York City detective I can’t believe Bob is the real killer! He fooled us all. Where is he now? He’s with Mary? My flirty maybe love interest? He’s going to clean up loose ends and kill her! I’m going to run out of this apartment, go down 15 floors, find my car, get through daytime Manhattan traffic, get to her building, park, go up 20 flights and get to her apartment just in time. Because the other 35,000 NYPD cops that I could get help from instantly over the radio are all on vacation.
If you get shot and happen to be wearing a bullet proof vest, it is required to unbutton your shirt so everyone can finally understand why you are still alive.
A sitcom character is having a bachelor/ette party or celebrating a birthday, and their friends decide to hire a stripper. This will lead to embarrassment in one of two ways, depending on the gender of the character.
Male character/female stripper: They get handcuffed together and lose the keys.
Female character/male stripper: A police officer or other uniformed man will be mistaken for the stripper.
IIRC, Designing Women managed to do both of these in different episodes.
A character, previously unknown to the public, makes the news for some reason. He turns the TV on, flips through several channels - each of which is covering his story - then shuts the TV off and tosses the remote on the bed/sofa/chair.
mmm
Similarly, there’s the scene in which the protagonist gets a phone call urging him to turn on the TV. So he does, just to catch the beginning of a story about him or one he’s interested in. The protagonist never turns on the TV to find the story is already over, or has to change channels to find the local news station.
When ordering food you almost never hear an item ordered where the server would need to ask them how they wanted it cooked or engage in any dialog about preparation.
C’mon, we all know that none of those 35,000 officers are even half as good as our hotshot maverick NYC detective. They’re probably all on Bob’s payroll, and if they are not, they are Mary’s ex and we don’t want them anywhere near her. Besides, there’s only going to reasonably be 100-300 in place to help before I can get there, depending on the neighborhood. Do you really want to play with those odds?
The dramatic break off in the middle of a sentence. “If she dies…” “if they dont get here in time…” Especially when there’s a sizable pause instead of an immediate interruption. Drives me crazy because it never ever happens in real life.