BRICKLEBEE: (pointing) Back to you, Mary Margaret.
MONIQUE:
(politely) That���s Monique.
SAMI:
Excuse me, Mr. Bricklebee?
BRICKLEBEE: Yes?
SAMI:
How did you get to be a TV host?
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BRICKLEBEE: (Over the top) Once in a great while, a shining star emerges where
the talent cannot be denied.
Huh?
So, you work on ���The Star Factor,��� too?
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BRICKLEBEE: (matter of fact) My brother���s mother-in-law���s cousin knew someone
who was the assistant to the assistant to the . . . it���s complicated.
BRICKLEBEE: Actually, no, a local cable channel . . . in my basement. It���s
complicated. So tell me, what is your talent?
(ethereal) I���d like to fly like a bird
As I delve into the spoken word.
My thoughts are like doves
Who speak to everyone who loves.
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(Kids snap fingers)
BRICKLEBEE: (hesitantly) And your talent . . . ?
Oh, I���m a poet . . . can���t help but show it!
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SAMI:
BRICKLEBEE: Are you rhyming everything?
SAMI:
(proudly) Yes, I am . . . (2 beats, then quickly) my name is Sam. Sam,
I am. (kids applaud heartily)
BRICKLEBEE: Well, pass the green eggs and ham. (chuckles at himself) That���s
impressive. But you���re going to need more than that to become a
star. Only one in a million finds the kind of fame everyone wants.
SAMI:
(Still rhyming) Being famous isn���t my goal. I just love God with all
my heart and soul.
