Tracy, 15, is on her way to becoming a business success. Here she talks about her dreams with another student, Kevin.
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TRACY: Does your dad always talk to you like that?

KEVIN: Always. He believes in tough love. Especially for sissies.

TRACY: Why would he think you're a sissy?

KEVIN: Because I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

TRACY: Oh, that. Must be nice. Silver.

KEVIN: Plus I want to be a poet.

TRACY: A poet! Are you serious?

KEVIN: Not just any poet. Poet Laureate.

TRACY: Ambitious.

KEVIN: Tough Love says he'll cut me off.

TRACY: Oh dear. What does your mother say?

KEVIN: She drinks.

TRACY: Maybe your parents will come around?

KEVIN: Do you think that we should be allowed to be whatever we want to be?

TRACY: Of course. It's your life; you're the one that has to live it. Own it.

KEVIN: Even if it hurts someone else? Badly?

TRACY: Ouch. Now I know why you're asking me.

KEVIN: I'm asking you because you're so smart. And pretty.

TRACY: Please don't pity me. I know I'm in a bad spot, but pity is so definite and tragic.

KEVIN: Pretty. I said pretty.

TRACY: Oh my god, are you blind? I think you need your eyes checked.

KEVIN: Ouch. The proper response is thank you.

TRACY: Sorry. It's hard to believe I'm good at anything right now. When your mother ups and leaves, it makes you feel like a big fat loser. I may be a whiz at solving differential equations, giving speeches, winning awards, but none of that mattered to my mother.

KEVIN: You know what you need? A break. Dinner and a movie. My treat.

TRACY: I can't. I'm not allowed to date until I'm 21.

KEVIN: That's torture.

TRACY: My father's version of tough love.

KEVIN: What if we "study" together? You heard my dad, he thinks I'm stupid.

TRACY: That's not going to win my father over. Me, spending time with the stupid guy when I need to find a way to get rich quick and save us from the bowels of bankruptcy and depression?

KEVIN: You want to be rich. Rule number one, never take no for an answer.

TRACY: Never?

KEVIN: It's not just what you know, but whom you know.

TRACY: I don't know anyone.

KEVIN: Ergo, you need me. I have access. I have silver spoons.

(Takes out something silver and shiny, sparkles under the lights)

TRACY: Have you ever written a solid business plan?

KEVIN: To be, or not to be. How hard can it be after you've written some poetry? Consider your business plan a poem in free verse.

TRACY: Why do you want to help me? I hope I'm not some charity case you write about in your college essay. I hope I'm not your stepping-stone to Harvard.

KEVIN: Why do you think?

TRACY: I try not to think about boys. It helps me crush the competition and land straight A's.

KEVIN: Well, that's simply unacceptable going forward. Not if you want to become rich. Old Boys Club.

TRACY: Ever notice the people who say money isn't everything are usually people that don't have any?

KEVIN: Same people who say, "Everything happens for a reason."

TRACY: Money can't buy happiness. Are these people just plain stupid?

KEVIN: It's an honor just to be nominated. ("L" over forehead:) Loser.

TRACY: Cheer up, things always turn out for the best. Yeah right. My mother's leaving us is the best thing that happened to me. I hate it when someone says that to me.

KEVIN: Oh, for sure, hardship builds character. Fiber. Because it's the journey, not the destination.

TRACY: Because winning isn't everything.

TRACY/KEVIN: Losers. Capital L.

KEVIN: Not like us.

TRACY: No way, the two of us are definitely going somewhere. To the mountaintop.

KEVIN: To the moon.

TRACY: My dreams have always been Scary Ginormous. Before my mother left us, I had no reason to limit myself. So I didn't. But, now. To think I could be the next Steve Jobs or Oprah Winfrey now when I don't even have a mother who loves me. When we might lose our house. Now I'll be lucky if I can even afford to go to college. Reality check, downsize, downsize, downsize.

KEVIN: Supersize. That's what rich people do.

TRACY: You're right. When the market goes south, you don't flee, you stock up. Buy more.

KEVIN: Dinner and a brainstorm? My treat.

TRACY: You're on. What good is a dream that cannot stop the rain and hold up the heavens above?

KEVIN: Indeed. Supersize those dreams.

(Kevin gives Tracy a quick kiss when no one's looking. So quick, and awkward, Tracy thinks it was an accident. Both too embarrassed to own up to it. Blackout to see a night sky.)