Improve the scene direction and script formatting of the following: NAME_1
"This is where the ethnic rapture began," NAME_1 commented as we "Some of the Hsi Lai Temple disciples are always here." 
Passing a sidewalk shrine of yellow roses with tacky plastic flower-edged photos of those massacred by the police in the ethnic uprisings. Souless creatures circling about, yellow robed disciples of the guru NAME_2, a growing force in the ethnic peace movement. A major political contributor to the presidential campaigns, some said NAME_2 was merely a funnel for Chinese money from Beijing - but they said it only in whispers. Who could deny the benefits of the ethnic power movement? 
 NAME_3 tries to goad NAME_4 into conversation, or catch him in a racist comment, her anthropologist and NCSF cadre interests surfacing. 
NAME_3
"Do you think ethno-cults should be banned?""You've hardly said a word." 
NAME_4
"Ah, I've been rude,"
apologizes, trying to hide little interest in the human condition. 
I don't know much about the ethno-purges or multi-cultural feminist awareness. Aztlanos, NAME_5 Green Worlders, NAME_6, NAME_7 territorialists, it’s a pea soup of nihilism that I avoided like Ebola. The American government was in a continuous state of collapse, the five continents were in economic and social upheaval, the whole structure of civilization was corrupt. And I just didn't care. 
NAME_8
"He doesn't know much about the world outside his computer!" 
NAME_8 teased cheerfully while NAME_1 smiled in agreement. 
"He's a professor, you know," "They're not required to keep track of earthlings! Zot! Whirrr! Chink!" 
NAME_8 mimicked a robot with devastating effect, complete with robotoid arm and head movements. 
VO NAME_4 12
Without knowing how, back streets led us to a funky warehouse-turned-concert-theater called the Palladium and I began to creep out of my blue funk and enjoy myself. The Palladium was white hot with light that shimmered through drizzling rain and skated off the wet asphalt like ice. We walked towards the nightclub entrance, engulfed by people and by the sounds of life on the high side. 
Maybe it was time to kick back and be human. The letters 
P-A-L-L-A-D-I-U-M
etched the night Art Deco and brought me out of a mood indigo. 
NAME_1
"Look, she's a Goddess," 
NAME_1 crowed over the concert poster of NAME_9, teasing a blushing NAME_8 
NAME_8
"And you're an insensitive insect!" NAME_8 chided her boyfriend, self assured in her place at the head of the local feminine pecking order. 
NAME_3
"Women shouldn't have to put up wit