Into print

A co-worker brought in her little girl today.

GIRL (to me): I don't think I can write a book.
ME: I bet you can!
GIRL: But I can write a movie script.
ME: Then do one.
GIRL: I did. It's at home.
ME: Remember, they have to be 110 pages.
GIRL: (Pause) WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
MOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!

(No. Actually what she said was, "It doesn't have to be like a 3-hour movie" and I said, "OK." No use dashing her dreams.)