ROSIE Wiley! It’s never gonna be my time, is it? I’ve been singing and dancing in this chorus for years. All I need is my one shot at the top. And ain’t nobody ever gonna give it to me. I audition day after day and nothing. No calls, no offers. Work your way to the top, they say. I’ve been at the bottom for too long. I mean, when’s it my turn? Huh, Wiley? Who the hell is gonna give it to me?

WILEY Would you shut the hell up already?

ROSIE I’m just very passionate about my work.

WILEY Oh, yeah. You got passion. And you showed that boy Maxie plenty.

ROSIE I’m ready to just give up.

WILEY Good.

ROSIE Whaddaya mean “good”?

WILEY Nobody got to the top by bitching and complaining about it.

ROSIE Well excuse me, Mr. Stacks. For someone they once called “the biggest thing to hit the biz” you sure did take it to heart, didn’t ya?

WILEY It’s the genes.

ROSIE Yeah, and they’re busting outta the seams. “Help me, help me!” (Mimics the sound of stretching and pants being ripped to shreds.)

WILEY You suck.

ROSIE And you do, too.

WILEY Look, I’m gonna make it. All it takes is one play.

ROSIE And where’s that play? In the pages of that stupid notebook of yours.

WILEY I told you. My play’s gonna make you a star, too.

ROSIE I can’t wait around for your play to be produced. It’s been what? Five, six… eight years?

WILEY No.

ROSIE How many?

WILEY Seven.

ROSIE Oh, God.

WILEY What? Rosie, if you’d just –

ROSIE Doll… I’ve tried to stick this thing out. I really have. You wrote a couple of great scenes that were published in a magazine. “Kid’s got potential,” they said. And you do. I just can’t be waiting around anymore.

WILEY What’re you saying? You leaving?

ROSIE What would you do?

WILEY I’d wait.

ROSIE For how long, Wiley? I gotta go. I’m sorry. But I hope you’ll still call me when it’s ready. I just gotta move on to greener pastures.

WILEY