INT. OFFICE - DAY
It is career guidance day, Mr. JONES(40/45) sits behind a desk.
ENTER BILLY(14).
JONES: Ah, Billy isn't it?
BILLY: Isn't what?
JONES: Your name.
BILLY: Billy isn't my name?
JONES: Isn't it?
BILLY: Yes.
JONES: Right then...Sorry, what is your name?
BILLY: Billy sir.
JONES: Good. So what do you want to be when you grow up billy?
BILLY: In an ideal world sir, taller.
JONES: And for a career?
BILLY: A Goat. And I want to live on a bridge and be big and gruff.
JONES: Really.
BILLY: No, I want to be a lap dancer.
JONES: Billy!
BILLY: I'm sorry it's just that my dad wants me to follow in his footsteps.
JONES: Teacher?
BILLY: No, Hi-Tech.
JONES: There is nothing wrong with being a careers guidance advisor Billy.
BILLY: Bit ironic though isn't it, you've spent the last 8 months on the dole.
JONES: You're grounded young man.
BILLY: At least I'm young, and a man!
EXIT BILLY.
JONES: Wanker.
END.