Rey: Okay, fine—don't tell me everything, just tell me anything!
Ella: (Thinks for a moment) …But only one thing.
Rey: Okay, I'm listening. (Leaning in, fully focused)
Ella: You know he uses… the same washroom as any other human.
Rey: Hey!!
Ella: I told you something, didn't I?
Rey: How do you know that!?
Ella: What do you mean, how? There's only one way to use a washroom—there aren't exactly different methods for it!
Ella: I'll tell you one more thing. You know what's common between you and him?
Rey: Really? (Surprised)
Ella: He and you are both… stupid.
Rey: Hey! How dare you say that about him?!
Ella: I said that to you too.
Rey: I—!!! (Offended but speechless)
Ella: Well, help me with something first. I have a plan.
Rey: A plan? (Confused)
Ella: You know my story, right?
Rey: You mean your dream—the literal dream?
Ella: Yep. I thought about it a lot today.
Rey: So what's the plan?
Ella: Damian is the key.
Rey: How?
Ella: He's a famous actor. He knows a lot of producers and directors. If he even mentions my story, it could actually come true.
Rey: And why would he talk about your story to any producer or director?
Ella: That's where you come in.
Rey: Well, this can only work if you build a strong relationship with him.
Ella: What kind of relationship?
Rey: A good one—either as a worker or maybe… as a friend.
Ella: Friend?
Rey: Yes. Listen to me carefully. (She leans in and starts whispering her plan as the scene transitions to the next morning.)