She's all that, whatever that means. The best thing, said the boss, is that we don't have to worry about coming up with a real story. We'll just milk that Party of Five' thing about her search for an identity. Right boss, we'll send her to some big city, New York maybe, and have her run all over asking about her birth mother, he said. Never mind that Mom's dead.
Connections are big right now.
Yeah, we can do the whole coming of age in the city' thing, which will save us bundles in actual scripts, said Floyd. C'mon, son, said the boss. Let's go buy ourselves a sinfully expensive lunch. We've earned it. OK, so maybe it didn't happen exactly that way.