Vivian: Hilary, you were doing so well at the art gallery.
Hilary: Yeah, but, Mom, it's not really a cool job. I mean, when I was a little girl, I always had this dream that when I grew up, I'd have a glamorous job in a glamorous office. And I'd go to parties and people would ask what I did and I'd tell them. And then I'd imagine them turning pea-green with envy and blurting out: "You are so lucky," and walking away eaten up inside because I had a fabulous job and they didn't.
Carlton: They say Gandhi had a very similar childhood dream.