Eleanor: I just kind of feel sorry for my mom. I mean, she sacrificed her whole life for a career that's just not gonna happen. And I'm worried the same thing's gonna happen to me.
Trent: Are you yanking my nuts right now? Of course you're gonna make it. You're the most talented person in the whole flat world.
Eleanor: Do you know how many really talented out-of-work actors there are in LA? And everyone's just crossing their fingers
that some director chooses them.
Trent: So then you should become the director. Pfft!
Eleanor: Wait, that's actually not a bad idea. Like, I could learn how to direct and make my own projects to act in, like Greta Gerwig, or several problematic male directors.
Trent: Well, actually, I meant you could bonk a director in the head, drag them into a closet, steal their clothes, then pretend to be them long enough to give yourself the part. But your idea is good too. Well, listen, El-Bell, I gotta get to class. I don't wanna be a third-year senior. But I'm not worried about you. I stand by what I told you before. You're a shooting star.
