SCENE 1, INTERIOR. AFTERNOON, HOMEWORK LAB. The teacher moves to the back of the room where two boys are working on assignments. One of the boys raises his hand and waits for help.
TEACHER: Did you need help, Joey?
JOEY: [Shaking head]. No. But Mr. Z, I finished all my homework.
TEACHER: What about your journal entry?
[The boy looks confused].
JOEY: Journal? What’s a journal entry?
[The teacher rolls his eyes and blows out a breath].
TEACHER: Your journal…you know, a diary.
ALEX: Of a wimpy kid?
[The two boys burst into laughter, and the teacher stifles a smile].
TEACHER: Yep, and I’m looking at one right now.
[Joey glances sideways at his friend].
[Joey snaps his fingers and shakes his shoulders back and forth, as if he were an extra in a Beyoncé video].
JOEY: Oh yeah, I picked that one right off, didn’t I?
[The teacher smiles].
TEACHER: Well, it takes one to know one, doesn’t it?
JOEY: Is sure does, Mr. Z.
Fade to black.