*This will be a tiny scene in the novel I’m working on–tentatively titled The Start of Something.
Stacey is a early-twenties co-worker/pseudo-girlfriend of Bill, who is almost 30.
Stacey: I want to be famous.
Bill: Oh, yeah? How famous?
Stacey: I’m not…sure, exactly.
Bill: Well, do you want to be Harrison Ford-famous, or do you want to be, like, guy-who-can-make-a-pancake-look-like-Harrison-Ford famous?
Stacey: Ummm. Who’s Harrison Ford?